Fuckin Problems Letra

I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem,
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem.
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem,
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem.
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem,
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem.
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem,
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it.

(Verse)
Hold up, bitches simmer down
Taking hella long, bitch give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Ooh baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya, huh.
A$AP get like me
Never met a motherfucker 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 nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure?
Getting figures and fuckin' bitches, she rolling Swishers
Brought her bitches, 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 nigga act nigger-ish
But least a nigga nigga rich.
I be fucking broads like I be fucking bored
Turn a dyke bitch out, have her fucking boys, beast.

(Hook)
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem,
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem.
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem,
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem.
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem,
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem.
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem,
Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it.

(Verse)
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 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 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.

(Hook)
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem,
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem.
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem,
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem.
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem,
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem.
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem,
Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it.

(Verse)
Yeah ho, this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she from the hood but she live inside in the valley now
Vaca'd in Atlanta, then she goin' back to Cali, mmm.
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony, I fuck em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a nigga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this di--
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar
AKA Benz is to me just a car.
That mean your friends-es need be up to par
See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow, mmm
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.

(Hook)
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem,
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem.
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem,
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem.
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem,
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem.
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem,
Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it.