Fuckin' Problem

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 your 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 nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure? Getting figures and fuckin' bitches She rollin 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 nigga-ish But at 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 (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 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 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' (okay, I got it) then just drop down and get your 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 mothafucka' 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 (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 your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it Uh, 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, 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, mmm A.K.A. Benz is to me is just a car, mmm That mean your friends need to be up to par See my standards are papered 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 (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 your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it, ay