Fuckin'Problems

Fuckin' Problems - Lil Wayne/Kidd Kidd/Euro

I love all my b**ches that's my f**kin' problem

A two dollar bill is still a couple dollars

And if any one of them niggers got a f**kin' problem

Imma milk all of'me cause they f**kin' cowards

I love red b**ches there's just something bout 'em

But I'm getting better p**sy from a brown one

Been schooling y'all niggers 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**k'em

To each his own yes sir

I do my *** then I sleep'em off

Like it just be calling me

I need to turn my ringer off

Ain't a f**kin' sing along

Unless you brought the w**d 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**k that sh*t you talk I beat that p**sy like production

Or like Rocky beat the Russian

Or like Jordan beat the buzzer

n****r gimme what you've got take that money like an usher

One man band all you hear is repercussion

Told a b**ch too much self gonna lead to self destruction

She looked me in my eyes and said

n****r I ain't worried bout nothing'

I said Shorty you a beast

I love bad b**ches ok what's the problem

If she thinks she gonna come up then Imma f**kin' 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**kin' possum

And ni**a if your b**ch 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**ches getting drunk

Smoking like a point guard no look passing blunts

F**k you talking bout Euro this and that

Wanna walk in these shoes

Have the outfit to match

And niggers 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**ches old news

Throwing stacks at'em like that's probably gonna bruise

And every dream girl that I f**ked 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