paroles de chanson F****n' Problems (feat. Drake, 2 Chainz & Kendrick Lamar) [Mixed] - King Tutt
I
love
bad
bitches
that′s
my
fuckin'
problem
And
yeah
I
like
to
fuck,
I
gotta
fuckin′
problem
I
love
bad
bitches,
that's
my
fuckin'
problem
And
yeah
I
like
to
fuck,
I
gotta
fuckin′
problem
I
love
bad
bitches,
that′s
my
fuckin'
problem
And
yeah
I
like
to
fuck,
I
gotta
fuckin′
problem
If
finding
somebody
real
is
your
fuckin'
problem
Bring
yo
girls
to
the
crib,
maybe
we
can
solve
it
Hold
up,
bitches
simmer
down
Taking
hella
long,
bitch,
give
it
to
me
now
Make
that
thing
pop,
like
a
semi
or
a
nine
Oh
baby
like
it
raw
with
the
shimmy
shimmy
ya-ha
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
′Cuase
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
gettin
bent
up
off
the
liquor
She
love
my
licorice,
I
let
her
lick
it
They
say
money
make
a
nigga
act
nigga-ish
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
gotta
fuckin'
problem
I
love
bad
bitches,
that′s
my
fuckin'
problem
And
yeah
I
like
to
fuck,
I
gotta
fuckin′
problem
I
love
bad
bitches,
that's
my
fuckin'
problem
And
yeah
I
like
to
fuck,
I
gotta
fuckin′
problem
If
finding
somebody
real
is
your
fuckin′
problem
Bring
yo
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
the
niggas
you've
been
leading
on
Make
me
think
about
all
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
fuckin'
read-along
Ain't
a
fuckin′
sing-along,
unless
you
brought
the
weed
along
and
just...
ok
I
got
it
And
just
drop
down
and
get
your
eagle
on
Or
we
can
stare
up
at
the
stars
and
put
The
Beattles
on
All
the
shit
you
talkin′
'bout
is
not
of
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
muthafucka
get
to
bustin'
Yes
Lord,
I
don′t
really
say
this
often,
but
this
lon
dick
nigga
ain′t
for
the
long
talkin',
I
beast
I
love
bad
bitches
that′s
my
fuckin'
problem
And
yeah
I
like
to
fuck,
I
gotta
fuckin′
problem
I
love
bad
bitches,
that's
my
fuckin′
problem
And
yeah
I
like
to
fuck,
I
gotta
fuckin'
problem
I
love
bad
bitches,
that's
my
fuckin′
problem
And
yeah
I
like
to
fuck,
I
gotta
fuckin′
problem
If
finding
somebody
real
is
your
fuckin'
problem
Bring
yo
girls
to
the
crib,
maybe
we
can
solve
it
Uh,
yeah
hoe
this
the
finale
My
pep
talk
turned
into
a
pep
rally
Say
she
from
the
hood,
but
she
live
inside
the
valley
Now
I
vacate
in
Atlanta,
then
she
going
back
to
Cali,
mmmm
Got
your
girl
on
my
line,
world
on
my
line
The
irony
I
fuck
′em
at
the
same
She
eyein'
me
like
a
nigga
don′t
exist
Girl,
I
know
you
want
this
dick
Girl,
I'm
Kendrick
Lamar,
mmmm
A.K.A.
Benz
is
to
me
just
a
car
That
means
your
friends
need
to
be
up
to
par
See
my
standards
are
pampared
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
gotta
fuckin'
problem
I
love
bad
bitches,
that′s
my
fuckin'
problem
And
yeah
I
like
to
fuck,
I
gotta
fuckin′
problem
I
love
bad
bitches,
that's
my
fuckin′
problem
And
yeah
I
like
to
fuck,
I
gotta
fuckin'
problem
If
finding
somebody
real
is
your
fuckin'
problem
Bring
yo
girls
to
the
crib,
maybe
we
can
solve
it
Aye
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