Текст песни 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