F*ckin' problems
by A$ap Rocky
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Refrain: Explain2 Chainz, Drake, and Rocky
I love bad bitches, that´s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that´s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that´s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Verse 1: A$AP Rocky
Hold up, bitches simmer down
Taking hella long, bitch give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Ooh baby like it raw with the 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 rolling 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 nigger-ish
But least a nigga nigga rich
I be fucking broads like I be fucking bored
Turn a dyke bitch out, have her fucking boys, beast
Refrain
Verse 2: Drake
Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you´ve been leadin´ on
Make me think about all of the rappers I´ve been feedin´ on
Got a feelin´ 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 fuckin´ read-along
Ain´t a fuckin´ sing-along ´less you brought the weed along
Then ju.. (Okay, I got it)
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 talkin´, I beast
Refrain
Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar
Yeah ho, this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she from the hood but she live inside in the valley now
Vaca´d in Atlanta, then she goin´ 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 eyeing me like a nigga don´t exist
Girl, I know you want this di--
Girl, I´m Kendrick Lamar
AKA Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends-es need be up to par
See my standards are pampered 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
Refrain
I love bad bitches, that´s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that´s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that´s my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Verse 1: A$AP Rocky
Hold up, bitches simmer down
Taking hella long, bitch give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Ooh baby like it raw with the 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 rolling 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 nigger-ish
But least a nigga nigga rich
I be fucking broads like I be fucking bored
Turn a dyke bitch out, have her fucking boys, beast
Refrain
Verse 2: Drake
Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you´ve been leadin´ on
Make me think about all of the rappers I´ve been feedin´ on
Got a feelin´ 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 fuckin´ read-along
Ain´t a fuckin´ sing-along ´less you brought the weed along
Then ju.. (Okay, I got it)
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 talkin´, I beast
Refrain
Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar
Yeah ho, this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she from the hood but she live inside in the valley now
Vaca´d in Atlanta, then she goin´ 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 eyeing me like a nigga don´t exist
Girl, I know you want this di--
Girl, I´m Kendrick Lamar
AKA Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends-es need be up to par
See my standards are pampered 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
Refrain