文本歌词

F**kin' Problem (Tribute to A$Ap Rocky Feat. Drake, 2 Chainz, & Kendrick Lamar) - Perfect Pitch
I love bad b**ches, that's my f**kin problem
And yeah I like to f**k, I got a f**kin problem
I love bad b**ches, that's my f**kin problem
And yeah I like to f**k I got a f**kin problem
I love bad b**ches, that's my f**kin problem
And yeah I like to f**k, I got a f**kin problem
If finding somebody real is your f**kin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Hold up b**ches simmer down
Takin' hella long b**ch give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya
Huh, ASAP get like me
Never met a motherf**ker fresh like me
All these motherf**kers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
Cause I'm the ni**a, the ni**a ni**a, like how you figure
Getting figures and f**kin b**ches, she rollin' swishers
Brought her b**ches, I brought my niggas, they getting bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a ni**a act niggerish
But at least a ni**a ni**a rich
I be f**kin' broads like I be f**kin' bored
Turn a dyke b**ch out have her f**kin' boys, beast
I love bad b**ches, that's my f**kin problem
And yeah I like to f**k, I got a f**kin problem
I love bad b**ches, that's my f**kin problem
And yeah I like to f**k I got a f**kin problem
I love bad b**ches, that's my f**kin problem
And yeah I like to f**k, I got a f**kin problem
If finding somebody real is your f**kin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas 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
Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a f**king read-along
Ain't a f**king sing-along unless you brought the w**d along
Then ju. Okay, okay, okay
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 will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a ni**a I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then motherf**ker get to bustin'
Yes Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long xxxx ni**a ain't for the long talking, I beast
I love bad b**ches, that's my f**kin problem
And yeah I like to f**k, I got a f**kin problem
I love bad b**ches, that's my f**kin problem
And yeah I like to f**k I got a f**kin problem
I love bad b**ches, that's my f**kin problem
And yeah I like to f**k, I got a f**kin problem
If finding somebody real is your f**kin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
Yeah hoe 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
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony I f**k 'em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a ni**a don't exist
Girl, I know you want this dik
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar
Aka Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends need to be up to a par
See my standards are pampered 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 b**ches, that's my f**kin problem
And yeah I like to f**k, I got a f**kin problem
I love bad b**ches, that's my f**kin problem
And yeah I like to f**k I got a f**kin problem
I love bad b**ches, that's my f**kin problem
And yeah I like to f**k, I got a f**kin problem
If finding somebody real is your f**kin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it