Lyrics of Fucking problem

Chorus-
I love bad bitches that's my fucking problem.
And yea i like to fuck i gotta fucking problem.
I love bad bitches that's my fucking problem.
And yea i like to fuck i gotta fucking problem.
I love bad bitches that's my fucking problem.
And yea i like to fuck i gotta fucking problem.

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring your girl to the crib maybe we can solve it.

Verse 1- asap:

Hold up, bitches simmer down.
Takin' hella long, bitch give it to me now.
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine.
Oooo baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ahh hahh. a$ap get like me. never met a motherfucker fresh like me.
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me, but the chrome to your dome make you sweat like keith.
Cuz im the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how ya figure. getting figures and fucking bitches, she rollin' switches. boy her bitches up on my niggas, they gettin bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, i let her lick it.
They say money make a nigga act niggerish, at least a nigga nigga rich.
I be fucking broads like i be fucking bored, turn a dike bitch out have her fucking boys. beast!

Chorus-

I love bad bitches that's my fucking problem.
And yea i like to fuck i gotta fucking problem.
I love bad bitches that's my fucking problem.
And yea i like to fuck i gotta fucking problem.
I love bad bitches that's my fucking problem.
And yea i like to fuck i gotta fucking problem.

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring your girl to the crib maybe we can solve it.

Verse 2- drake:

Oooo, i know you love it when this beat is on.
Make ya think about all the niggas you been leadin' on.
Make me think about all of the rappers i been feeding on,
Got a feelin' that's the same dudes we was speakin of.
Oh word,
Ain't heard my album who ya 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.
And juuuust, (okay i got it)
And juuust drop down and get your eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the beatles on.
All the 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 dont know, than i don't trust it. if ya coming from my head then motherfucker get to bustin.
Yes lord. i don't really say this often, but this long dick nigga ain't for the long talk i'm beast.

Chorus-

I love bad bitches that's my fucking problem.
And yea i like to fuck i gotta fucking problem.
I love bad bitches that's my fucking problem.
And yea i like to fuck i gotta fucking problem.
I love bad bitches that's my fucking problem.
And yea i like to fuck i gotta fucking problem.

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring your girl to the crib maybe we can solve it.

Verse 3- kendrick lamar:

Un yeah hoe this the finale. my pep talk turn into a pep-rally.
Say she from the hood but she live inside the valley. now vaca'd in atlanta than she goin back to cali.
Mm, 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, a.k.a. benz-is-to-me-just-a-car.
That mean you friendses need to be up to par, see my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow.
Mm, kill 'em all, dead bodies in the hallway.
Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say.
Halle barry, hallelujah!
Holla back, i'll do ya. beast!

Chorus-

I love bad bitches that's my fucking problem.
And yea i like to fuck i gotta fucking problem.
I love bad bitches that's my fucking problem.
And yea i like to fuck i gotta fucking problem.
I love bad bitches that's my fucking problem.
And yea i like to fuck i gotta fucking problem.

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem, bring your girl to the crib maybe we can solve it.