Asap Rocky

F"**kin problems (Rassel khan & De fault Remix)

Текст песни Asap Rocky - F"**kin problems (Rassel khan & De fault Remix)

I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin' problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin' problem And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin' problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it Hold up bitches, simmer down Takin' hella long bitch 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, A$AP get like me Never met a motherfucker fresh like me All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith 'Cause I’m the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure? Getting figures and fuckin' bitches, she rollin' swishers Brought her bitches, 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 nigga act nigga-ish But at least a nigga nigga rich I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored Turn a dyke bitch out have her fuckin' boys, beast I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin' problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin' problem And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin' problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem If finding somebody real is your fuckin' 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 fucking read-along Ain’t a fucking sing-along unless you brought the weed along Then ju. (Okay, okay, okay) Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on All that 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 don’t know, then I don’t trust it If you comin' for 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 talking, I beast I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin' problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin' problem And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin' problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it 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 Got your girl on my line, world on my line The irony I fuck 'em at the same damn time She eyeing 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 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 bitches, that’s my fuckin' problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin' problem And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin' problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it