F**kin' Problems — текст песни

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

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

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

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

If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem

Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Hold up bitches, simmer down

Takin' hella long bitch give it to me now

Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine

Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya

Huh, A$AP get like me

Never met a motherfucker 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

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

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

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

If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem

Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

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?

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 unless you brought the weed along

Then ju.. (Okay, okay, okay)

Then just drop down and get yo' 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 motherfucker get to bustin'

Yes Lord, I don't really say this often

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

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

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

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

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

If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem

Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Yeah ho 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

Got your girl on my line, world on my line

The irony I fuck 'em at the same damn time

She eyeing me like a nigga don't exist

Girl, I know you want this dick

Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar

A.K.A. Benz-Is-to-Me-Just-a-Car

That mean your friends need to be up to a par

See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow

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

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

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

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

If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem

Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it