"Naughty Farmer" is the ending song of "Mascot", the second episode of season one of Camp Camp. It is played during the ending sequence.
Lyrics[]
[Hook] |
Call me naughty farmer (ahh) |
I grow straight freaks (for real) |
Call me naughty farmer (ahh) |
I grow straight freaks (okay) |
Call me naughty farmer (ahh) |
I grow straight freaks (yeah) |
I grow straight freaks (yeah) |
I grow straight freaks |
[Lyric 1] |
One thing that I've learned (learned) |
And this is for certain (certain) |
A girl would do anything anytime if you the right person (ahh) |
The thing about freaks (freaks) |
Sometimes they don't know (baby) |
Exactly how nasty or far that they'd even go |
My job's to let her know |
Introduce her to things she ain't done before |
Head to the bed then the patio |
Then on to the fridge and against the door (haahaa) |
Run run to the corner store she gonna pack it for |
And I ain't got no more |
And that's for sure |
Old McFlossy has a freak so e i e i e i e i yooooo |
Never did it (yeah), sounds like fun |
Do what I gotta do, gotta get her done |
She don't know better, I gotta go get her |
She didn't know that the kitty gets wetter (that the kitty gets wetter?) |
That a cat sure does |
She coming to the Floss cause she know what it was |
Old McFlossy is a freak so e i e i e i e i yoooooo |
[hook x2] |
[Lyric 2] |
I say all the right things |
But then I do even better |
Cause when you mentally sex her just gives her double the pleasure |
Now, I kissing her feet |
Just unleashing the freak |
See, she's feeling she's wanted |
Now she's submissive to me (haaaaa) |
Go time, tell her what you will |
Cause when I get you open Imma go for the kill |
Little boys won't but a grown man will |
Give it what you want |
Bet you're loving how it feels |
Chill baby girl, no time to tease |
Flint Flo Double just trying to please |
Tell me what you wanna do |
Baby I'm here for you |
A naughty farmer helps a lady do what she thought she'd never |
Said it wasn't her, not her thing |
Yeah, right, whatever |
Blah blah blah blah blah |
Motivation, you know |
Now for love that's good drop down them drawers |
And let me e i e i e i e i yooooo |
[hook x2] |
[Lyric 3][Yung Humma] |
From a shack in the road |
Imma get in low |
How many weeks does it take for a freak to grow |
Thought I had it figured out |
But I didn't know |
'till I met a little lady |
Who was willing to show |
Me everything I was missing |
When you listen to the story I'm about to tell |
Began a few years back |
I was racked in a shack, with a stack full of bad females |
Walked in the room, then I was doomed |
By the time I came in through the door (let's go) |
Had studio lights (ayy), edible tights (ayy), cage in the middle of the floor |
It was a fortress of sexual courses |
For this I was glad my pistol had a full clip |
By the end of the day my whole body was drained |
If you wanted to smang Humma couldn't give a little drip |
Bootcamp for nymphos |
And I looked at her as a Navy Seal |
She had me hung from my tongue on the chandeliers |
Sprung for the year she even made me squeal |
Graduated to beasthood |
Smanging ladies on the daily week after week |
People know me as Humma |
Across niggas no other |
Naughty farmer look at me as the incredible freak |
[hook x2] |