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conversations.value: Write me a song called Like a Farmer (Remix) with the following description: In a satirical take on country music, Tracy and Uzi rap over a combination of acoustic guitar chords and trap drums in exaggerated white Southern accents. They put a twist on traditional rap themes of lean, hos, and fast whips and replace them with beer, whores, and tractors, making for a clever and catchy blend of two traditionally opposing genres.
  This song, released only 10 days after its former, matched streaming numbers to that of its predecessor within a couple of days of its release. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & 
  Lil Tracy
  ]
  I got horses in my car just like a farmer
  Yeehaw
  Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter
  Yeehaw
  Yeah
  (Gren8 beats)
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  [Chorus: Lil Tracy]
  I got horses in my car like a farmer (A farmer)
  Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (Yeehaw)
  He want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (Get him slaughtered)
  He want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered
  I got horses in my car like a farmer
  Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (Your daughter)
  He want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (Get him slaughtered)
  He want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (Get him slaughtered)
  [Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
  Yeah, don't come 'round here, we don't like your kind (We don't like your kind)
  I've been fuckin' these sluts, but I love my wife (But I love my wife)
  Got a big ol' truck so we all gon' ride
  I'm sippin' lean like a Coors Light (Yah, yah)
  Boy, this town ain't big enough for the both of us
  I got a shotgun ridin' shotgun and it's loaded up (Grra)
  I heard that whore say you handsome
  Put that heat to your face, I'ma brand ya (I'ma brand ya)
  Hell yeah, yeehaw (Yeehaw)
  I swear these people need God (Need God)
  I got some horses in this truck, keep up
  I got some horses in this truck, keep up (Keep up) [Chorus: Lil Tracy & Lil Uzi Vert, 
  Lil Tracy
  ]
  I got horses in my car like a farmer (
  Like a farmer
  )
  Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (
  Yeehaw
  )
  He want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (
  Get him slaughtered
  )
  He want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered
  I got horses in my car like a farmer (
  Just like a farmer
  )
  Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (
  Yeehaw
  )
  He want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (
  Get him slaughtered
  )
  He want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (
  Get him slaughtered
  )
  [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Gotta trip, new coupe, follow her own roots (Yeehaw)
  Wrangler on my jeans on belt buckles, no jewels (Jewels, how?)
  Bless your heart, you're fixin' to lie
  You're cute as a button but don't got fake boobs (Woah)
  Yes, I have a tractor, you don't like to fly
  Took her on a trip to Texas, treat it like Dubai
  I'm in Colorado Springs like I'm in Bora Bora (Bora Bora)
  We get Tyson money, sell the chicken by the quarter (Quarter)
  We don't eat lobster but we fish
  Got a lot of land in Georgia
  Just in case of a storm, girlies all up in my bunker in Florida
  I planted a seed, I declare what's gonna come out of the soil
  Not talkin' 'bout no lean but we got that mud, I'm sellin' oil
  [Chorus: Lil Tracy, 
  Lil Uzi Vert
  , & 
  Both
  ]
  I got horses in my car like a farmer (
  Yeehaw
  , like a farmer)
  Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (
  Yeehaw
  )
  He want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (
  Yeehaw
  , get him slaughtered)
  He want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (
  Yeehaw
  )
  I got horses in my car like a farmer
  Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter (Your daughter)
  He want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (Get him slaughtered)
  He want beef, I'ma have to get him slaughtered (Get him slaughtered)