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 ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
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 nine
Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya huah!
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
'Cause I'm the n***a, the n***a n***a, like how you figure?
Getting figures and fuckin' bitches
She rollin swishers for her bitches
I brought my n***as they getting bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a n***a act n***a-ish
But at least a n***a n***a 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 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***as 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 fucking read-along
Ain't a fucking 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 shit 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***a I don't know then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head then muhfucka' get to bustin'
Yes Lord I don't really say this often but this long dick n***a 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 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 fuck 'em at the same damn time
She eyein' me like a n***a don't exist
Girl, I know you want this dick!
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 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 ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it hey