F****n' Problems

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

(I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a 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 ****, the **** ****, like how you figure?

Gettin' figures and fuckin' bitches

She rollin' Swishers, brought her bitches

I brought my ****, they gettin' bent up off the liquor

She love my licorice, I let her lick it

They say money make a **** act ****

But least 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

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

(I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** ain't for the long talkin'; I'm 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

(I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a 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 **** 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

(I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem)

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a 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