Fkin’ Problems [Mixed] [Culture Kings: 50 Years of Hip Hop] lyrics

[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake, 2 Chainz & Drake, A$AP Rocky]
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 (Problem)
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 (Problem)
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 (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your f*ckin' problem (Yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hold up, b*tches, simmer down (Uh)
Takin' hella long, b*tch, give it to me now (Uh)
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya, huh?
A$AP (Yeah), get like me (Uh)
Never met a motherf*cker fresh like me (Yeah)
All these motherf*ckers wanna dress like me (Uh)
But 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? (Yeah)
Gettin' figures and f*ckin' b*tches, she rollin' Swishers
Brought her b*tches, I brought my n*ggas (Uh)
They gettin' bent up off the liquor (Uh)
She love my licorice, I let her lick it (Alright)
They say money make a n*gga act n*ggerish (Uh)
But 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
[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake, 2 Chainz & Drake]
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 (Problem)
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 (Problem)
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 (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your f*ckin' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

[Verse 2: Drake]
Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the n*ggas you 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 f*ckin' read-along
Ain't a f*ckin' 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 sh*t 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 n*gga I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then motherf*cker, 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'm beast
[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake, 2 Chainz & Drake]
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 (Problem)
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 (Problem)
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 (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your f*ckin' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it