F**Kin Problems

I love bad b****es that's my f***in' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in' problem (True) I love bad b****es that's my f***in' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in' problem (True) I love bad b****es that's my f***in' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in' problem (True) If findin' somebody real is your f***in' problem Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it Hold up! B****es simmer down (uh) Takin' hella long b**** 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 f***er fresh like me All these motherf***ers wanna dress like me Put the chrome to your dome make you Sweat like Keith 'Cause I'm the n****, the n**** n****, like how you figure? Getting figures and f***in' b****es She rollin swishers for her b****es I brought my n****s they getting bent up off the liquor She love my licorice, I let her lick it They say money make a n**** act n*****-ish But at least a n**** n**** rich I be f***in' broads like I be f***in' bored Turn a dyke b**** out have her f***in' boys, beast! I love bad b****es that's my f***in' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in' problem (True) I love bad b****es that's my f***in' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in' problem (True) I love bad b****es that's my f***in' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in' problem (True) If findin' somebody real is your f***in' 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****s 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 f***ing read-along Ain't a f***ing 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 s*** 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**** I don't know then I don't trust it If you comin' for my head then muhf***a' get to bustin' Yes Lord I don't really say this often but this long dick n**** ain't for the long talkin', I beast! I love bad b****es that's my f***in' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in' problem (True) I love bad b****es that's my f***in' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in' problem (True) I love bad b****es that's my f***in' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in' problem (True) If findin' somebody real is your f***in' 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 f*** 'em at the same damn time She eyein' me like a n**** 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 b****es that's my f***in' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in' problem (True) I love bad b****es that's my f***in' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in' problem (True) I love bad b****es that's my f***in' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in' problem (True) If findin' somebody real is your f***in' problem Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it hey