F*ckin' Problems Lyrics by A$AP Rocky
Hangover, Part III Soundtrack Lyrics
A$AP Rocky - F*ckin' Problems Lyrics
[Hook: 2 ChainzAnnotate, Drake, and ASAP Rocky]
I love bad bitches, that's my f*cking problem
And yeah I like to f*ck, I got a f*cking problem
I love bad bitches, that's my f*cking problem
And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*cking problem
I love bad bitches, 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
[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
Hold up, bitches simmer down
Taking hella long, bitch 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 nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure?
Getting figures and f*ckin' bitches, she rolling 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 nigger-ish
But least a nigga nigga rich
I be f*cking broads like I be f*cking bored
Turn a dyke bitch out, have her f*cking boys, beast
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Drake]
Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas 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 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 motherf*cker get to bustin'
Yes Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talkin', I beast
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah ho, this the finale
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 damn time
She eyeing me like a nigga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this di--
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
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
[Hook]
I love bad bitches, that's my f*cking problem
And yeah I like to f*ck, I got a f*cking problem
I love bad bitches, that's my f*cking problem
And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*cking problem
I love bad bitches, 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
[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
Hold up, bitches simmer down
Taking hella long, bitch 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 nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure?
Getting figures and f*ckin' bitches, she rolling 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 nigger-ish
But least a nigga nigga rich
I be f*cking broads like I be f*cking bored
Turn a dyke bitch out, have her f*cking boys, beast
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Drake]
Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas 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 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 motherf*cker get to bustin'
Yes Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talkin', I beast
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah ho, this the finale
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 damn time
She eyeing me like a nigga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this di--
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
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
[Hook]
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