ฟังเพลงFuckin' Problems (Explicit)

F**kin' Problems - #1 Hits Now

I love bad b**ches, that's my f**king problem

And yeah I like to f**k, I got a f**king problem

I love bad b**ches, that's my f**king problem

And yeah I like to f**k I got a f**king problem

I love bad b**ches, that's my f**king problem

And yeah I like to f**k, I got a f**king problem

If finding somebody real is your f**king problem

Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Hold up b**ches simmer down

Takin' hella long b**ch give it to me now

Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine

Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya

Huh, ASAP get like me

Never met a motherf**ker fresh like me

All these motherf**kers wanna dress like me

Put the chrome to your dome

Make you sweat like Keith

Cause I'm the ni**a, the ni**a ni**a,

Like how you figure?

Getting figures and f**king b**ches,

She rollin' swishers

Brought her b**ches, 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 ni**a act ni**a-rish

But at least a ni**a ni**a rich

I be f**kin' broads like I be f**kin' bored

Turn a dyke b**ch out

Have her f**kin' boys, beast

I love bad b**ches, that's my f**king problem

And yeah I like to f**k, I got a f**king problem

I love bad b**ches, that's my f**king problem

And yeah I like to f**k I got a f**king problem

I love bad b**ches, that's my f**king problem

And yeah I like to f**k, I got a f**king problem

If finding somebody real is your f**king problem

Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

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?

Ain't heard my album?

Who you sleepin' on?

You should print the lyrics out

And have a f**king read-along

Ain't a f**king sing-along unless

You brought the w**d 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 sh*t 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 ni**a I don't know,

Then I don't trust it

If you comin' for my head,

Then motherf**ker get to bustin'

Yes Lord, I don't really say this often

But this long dick ni**a

Ain't for the long talking, I beast

I love bad b**ches, that's my f**king problem

And yeah I like to f**k, I got a f**king problem

I love bad b**ches, that's my f**king problem

And yeah I like to f**k I got a f**king problem

I love bad b**ches, that's my f**king problem

And yeah I like to f**k, I got a f**king problem

If finding somebody real is your f**king problem

Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Yeah hoe this the finale

My pep talk turn into a pep rally

Say she's from the hood

But she live inside the valley now

Vacate in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali

Got your girl on my line, world on my line

The irony I f**k 'em at the same damn time

She eyeing me like a ni**a don't exist

Girl, I know you want this dick

Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar

Aka Benz is to me just a car

That mean your friends need to be up to a par

See my standards are pampered

By threesomes tomorrow

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**ches, that's my f**king problem

And yeah I like to f**k, I got a f**king problem

I love bad b**ches, that's my f**king problem

And yeah I like to f**k I got a f**king problem

I love bad b**ches, that's my f**king problem

And yeah I like to f**k, I got a f**king problem

If finding somebody real is your f**king problem

Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it