I love bad b*tches that's my f*ckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*ckin' problem (True)
I love bad b*tches that's my f*ckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*ckin' problem (True)
I love bad b*tches that's my f*ckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*ckin' problem (True)
If findin' somebody real is your f*ckin' problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Hold up! b*tches simmer down (uh)
Takin' hella long b*tch give it to me now (uh)
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya huah!
A$AP get like me
Never met a mother f*cker fresh like me
All these motherf*ckers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome make you Sweat like Keith
'Cause I'm the n*gga, the n*gga n*gga, like how you figure?
Getting figures and f*ckin' b*tches
She rollin swishers for her b*tches
I brought my n*ggas they getting bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a n*gga act n*gga-ish
But at least a n*gga n*gga rich
I be f*ckin' broads like I be f*ckin' bored
Turn a dyke b*tch out have her f*ckin' boys, beast!
I love bad b*tches that's my f*ckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*ckin' problem (True)
I love bad b*tches that's my f*ckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*ckin' problem (True)
I love bad b*tches that's my f*ckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*ckin' problem (True)
If findin' somebody real is your f*ckin' problem
Bring ya 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 of the n*ggas 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?
You ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a f*cking read-along
Ain't a f*cking sing-along 'less you brought the weed along
Then ju' (OK 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 sh*t you talkin' bout is not up for discussion
I won't pay to make it bigger I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a n*gga I don't know then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head then muhf*cka' get to bustin'
Yes Lord I don't really say this often but this long di*k n*gga ain't for the long talkin', I beast!
I love bad b*tches that's my f*ckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*ckin' problem (True)
I love bad b*tches that's my f*ckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*ckin' problem (True)
I love bad b*tches that's my f*ckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*ckin' problem (True)
If findin' somebody real is your f*ckin' problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Uh 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 mm
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony I f*ck 'em at the same damn time
She eyein' me like a n*gga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this di*k!
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar mm
AKA Benz is to me is just a car mm
That mean your friends need to be up to par
See my standards are papered 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 b*tches that's my f*ckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*ckin' problem (True)
I love bad b*tches that's my f*ckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*ckin' problem (True)
I love bad b*tches that's my f*ckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*ckin' problem (True)
If findin' somebody real is your f*ckin' problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it hey