lil wayne - fuckin problem lyrics
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i love all my b-tches that’s my f-ckin’ problem
a two dollar bill is still a couple dollars
and if any one of them n-gg-rs got a f-ckin’ problem
imma milk all of’me cause they f-ckin’ cowards
i love red b-tches there’s just something bout ’em
but i’m getting better p-ssy from a brown one
been schooling y’all n-gg-rs i’m your alma mater
i’m the sh-t where the fly swatter uh
i know you liking who you eating on
make me think about all them nights we got a threesome on
make me think about
how you suck it like your teeth are gone
if your friends hating on you f-ck’em
to each his own yes sir!
i do my drugs then i sleep’em off
like it just be calling me
i need to turn my ringer off
ain’t a f-ckin’ sing along
unless you brought the weed along
that kush okay i got, that kush
cop pounds and put my people on
we can take the stairs up to the stars
that’s where we belong
f-ck that sh-t you talk i beat that p-ssy like production
or like rocky, beat the russian
or like jordan beat the buzzer
n-gg-r gimme what you’ve got take that money like an usher
one man band all you hear is repercussion
told a b-tch too much self gonna lead to self destruction
she looked me in my eyes and said
n-gg-r i ain’t worried bout nothing’
i said shorty you a beast
i love bad b-tches, ok what’s the problem?
if she thinks she gonna come up then imma f-ckin’ drown her
i’m wilding in public schools and public housing
can’t afford failure i’m just browsing uh
i was 15 with 100,000
and if you talk trash imma f-ckin’ possum
and n-gg- if your b-tch got eye problem
you know what it is armed robbery
don’t you?
i heard’em tell me go get’em young
i haven’t seen a movie since i started living one
i’ll be in a room full of b-tches getting drunk
smoking like a point guard, no look p-ssing blunts
f-ck you talking bout euro this and that
wanna walk in these shoes?
have the outfit to match
and n-gg-rs scheming on what i had
but we gonna put money in the bag
or a body in the bag, you choose
and all these new b-tches old news
throwing stacks at’em like that’s probably gonna bruise
and every dream girl that i f-cked came true
now every night feels like déjà-vu
and the hating’s no use
she ain’t waiting on you
i tell a baby tell yo man
to kick rocks with no shoes
and i murder that p-ssy
and i ain’t leave a clue
cause i put her on her knees
and made her swallow all the proof
that sick sh-t a mill
yeah i’m a f-ckin’ problem
i’m fine with it though
b-tches like f-ckin’ problems
and i can’t solve sh-t if i’m the f-cking problem
just know i got’em
let me know if there’s a f-ckin’ problem
out the city, but you can’t take the city out’em
i know these hoes well
see the water spitting out’em?
long story short, money always colorblind them
she blew the team for some red bottoms
euro
i love bad b-tches that’s my f-ckin’ problem
had a few ugly b-tches but i had to hide’em
can’t live with’em, can’t live without’em
put her -ss on abreast she a supermodel
if you swallow these kids do they make a child?
now she say i got a f-cking problem
because i f-cked the ones and gave a f-ck about’em
her hair blowing out like the 80s
all these b-tches crazy, mental asylum should pay me
i ain’t looking for a lady call a smith to get you hitched
i ain’t looking for a wife, i need a one night trick
karate like that, suck it like this
he did from the back in the back of the wheel
i’m a mac, i’m a pimp girl
you ain’t need make up with this mac on your lips
she trying to edge 5 beefing with her ex man
baby i’m a dog and a dmx fan
told myself i wouldn’t miss with my x again
bought the little x then i bought the x flame
i keep it too real to ever be a lame
too many girls in this world
y’all be lame
she all on my d-ck cause i got street fame
tell that thirsty -ss b-tch don’t speak my name
kidd kidd, tell them don’t worry bout me, i’m just fine
girl if you’re coming with me then let’s…
i know you want money so don’t waste my time
with that -ss so f-cking till we p-ss out
f-ck the hotel, we going to my man’s house
scratch that, your baby mama was an m tray
we treat that p-ssy like that good, we done p-ssed that yet
to my n-gg-rs, she f-ck my n-gg-rs bout some b-tches
she was witty until she wasn’t
she did it, she let you lick it
stupid -ss n-gg-r try and fall in love
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