F**kin' Problems (feat. Drake, 2 Chainz & Kendrick Lamar)

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem
 Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it
 Hold up, bitches simmer down
 Takin' hella long, bitch, give it to me now
 Make that thing pop like a semi or a 9
 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?
 Gettin' figures and fuckin' bitches
 She rollin' Swishers, brought her bitches
 I brought my niggas, they gettin' bent up off the liquor
 She love my licorice, I let her lick it
 They say money make a nigga act nigga-ish
 But least a nigga nigga 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
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem
 Bring your 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 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
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem
 Bring your 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 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 eyein' me like a nigga don't exist
 Girl, I know you want this dick
 Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar
 A.K.A. 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
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem
 Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ay
 
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem
 Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it
 Hold up, bitches simmer down
 Takin' hella long, bitch, give it to me now
 Make that thing pop like a semi or a 9
 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?
 Gettin' figures and fuckin' bitches
 She rollin' Swishers, brought her bitches
 I brought my niggas, they gettin' bent up off the liquor
 She love my licorice, I let her lick it
 They say money make a nigga act nigga-ish
 But least a nigga nigga 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
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem
 Bring your 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 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
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem
 Bring your 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 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 eyein' me like a nigga don't exist
 Girl, I know you want this dick
 Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar
 A.K.A. 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
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem
 Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ay
 
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem
 Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it
 Hold up, bitches simmer down
 Takin' hella long, bitch, give it to me now
 Make that thing pop like a semi or a 9
 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?
 Gettin' figures and fuckin' bitches
 She rollin' Swishers, brought her bitches
 I brought my niggas, they gettin' bent up off the liquor
 She love my licorice, I let her lick it
 They say money make a nigga act nigga-ish
 But least a nigga nigga 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
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem
 Bring your 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 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
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem
 Bring your 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 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 eyein' me like a nigga don't exist
 Girl, I know you want this dick
 Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar
 A.K.A. 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
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
 And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
 If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem
 Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ay