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#1 hits now - fuckin' problems lyrics

i love bad b-tches, that’s my f-cking problem
and yeah, i like to f-ck, i got a f-cking problem
i love bad b-tches, that’s my f-cking problem
and yeah, i like to f-ck, i got a f-cking problem
i love bad b-tches, that’s my f-cking problem
and yeah, i like to f-ck, i got a f-cking problem
if finding somebody real is your f-cking problem
bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it
hold up, b-tches simmer down
taking h-lla long, b-tch give it to me now
make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
ooh baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya
huh, a$ap get like me
never met a motherf-cker fresh like me
all these motherf-ckers wanna dress like me
put the chrome to your dome, make you sweat like keith
cause i’m the n-gga, the n-gga n-gga, like how you figure?
getting figures and f-ckin’ b-tches, she rolling swishers
brought her b-tches, i brought my n-ggas, they getting bent up off the liquor
she love my licorice, i let her l1ck it
they say money make a n-gga act n-gga-ish
but least a n-gga n-gga rich
i be f-cking broads like i be f-cking bored
turn a dyk- b-tch out, have her f-cking boys, beastooh, i know you love it when this beat is on
make you think about all of the n-ggas 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 f-ckin’ read-along
ain’t a f-ckin’ 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 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 n-gga i don’t know, then i don’t trust it
if you comin’ for my head, then motherf-cker get to bustin’
yes lord, i don’t really say this often
but this long d-ck n-gga ain’t for the long talkin’, i’m beast
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 f-ck em at the same d-mn time
she eyeing me like a n-gga don’t exist
girl, i know you want this d-ck
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
k!ll 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

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