Fuckin' Problems (feat. Drake, 2 Chainz, & Kendrick Lamar) Lyrics

Fuckin' Problems ft. 2 Chainz, Drake & Kendrick Lamar - A$AP Rocky

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I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (true)

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (true)

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (true)

If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem

Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Hold up, bitches simmer down (uh)

Takin' hella long bitch give it to me now (uh)

Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine

Oh, baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya huah

A$AP, get like me

Never met a mother fucker fresh like me

All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me

Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith

'Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure?

Getting figures and fuckin' bitches

She rollin Swishers, brought her bitches

I brought my niggas, they getting bent up off the liquor

She love my licorice, I let her lick it

They say money make a nigga act nigga-ish

But at least a nigga nigga rich

I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored

Turn a dyke bitch out have her fuckin' boys, beast

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (true)

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (true)

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (true)

If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem

Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on

Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leading on

Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feeding on

Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?

You ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?

You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along

Ain't a fucking sing-along 'less you brought the weed along

Then ju' (okay, I got it) then just drop down and get your eagle on

Or we can stare up at the stars and put The Beatles on

All that shit you talkin' 'bout is not up for discussion

I will pay to make it bigger I don't pay for no reduction

If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it

If you comin' for my head, then mothafucka' get to bustin'

Yes Lord, I don't really say this often

But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talkin', I beast

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (true)

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (true)

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (true)

If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem

Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Uh, yeah, hoe this the finale

My pep talk turn into a pep rally

Say she's from the hood but she live inside in the Valley now

Vacate in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali, mmm

Got your girl on my line, world on my line

The irony I fuck 'em at the same damn time

She eyein' me like a nigga don't exist

Girl, I know you want this dick

Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar, mmm

A.K.A. Benz is to me is just a car, mmm

That mean your friends need to be up to par

See my standards are papered by threesomes tomorrow, mmm

Kill 'em all dead bodies in the hallway

Don't get involved listen what the crystal ball say

Halle Berry, hallelujah

Holla back I'll do ya, beast

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (true)

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (true)

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (true)

If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem

Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it, ay