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F**kin' Problems

A$AP Rocky•Official Audio (YouTube API)

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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, ay

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 9

Ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy-shimmy ya, huh?

A$AP (yeah), get like me (uh)

Never met a motherfucker fresh like me (yeah)

All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me (uh)

But the chrome to your dome, make you sweat like Keith

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

Gettin' figures and fuckin' bitches, she rollin' Swishers

Brought her bitches, I brought my niggas (uh)

They gettin' bent up off the liquor (uh)

She love my licorice, I let her lick it (alright)

They say money make a nigga act niggarish (uh)

But 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, ay

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 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 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

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

Uh, yeah, hoe, this the finale

My pep talk turn into a pep rally

Say she from the hood, but she live inside in the valley, now

Vacayed in Atlanta, then she goin' back to Cali, mm

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 (mm)

A.K.A. Benz is to me just a car (mm)

That mean your friends-es need be up to par

See, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow (mm)

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

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