F**kin'Problems

F**kin' Problems (Drum & Bass Remix) - Magic Remixers

I love bad b**ches that's my f**kin' problem (Problem)

And yeah I like to f**k I got a f**kin' problem (True)

I love bad b**ches that's my f**kin' problem (Problem)

And yeah I like to f**k I got a f**kin' problem (True)

I love bad b**ches that's my f**kin' problem (Problem)

And yeah I like to f**k I got a f**kin' problem (True)

If findin' somebody real is your f**kin' problem

Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Hold up B**ches simmer down (uh)

Takin' hella long b**ch 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 huah

A$AP get like me

Never met a mother f**ker fresh like me

All these motherf**kers wanna dress like me

Put the chrome to your dome make you Sweat like Keith

'Cause I'm the ni**a the ni**a ni**a like how you figure

Getting figures and f**kin' b**ches

She rollin swishers for her b**ches

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 ni**a act nigger-ish

But at least a ni**a ni**a rich

I be f**kin' broads like I be f**kin' bored

Turn a dyke b**ch out have her f**kin' boys beast

I love bad b**ches that's my f**kin' problem (Problem)

And yeah I like to f**k I got a f**kin' problem (True)

I love bad b**ches that's my f**kin' problem (Problem)

And yeah I like to f**k I got a f**kin' problem (True)

I love bad b**ches that's my f**kin' problem (Problem)

And yeah I like to f**k I got a f**kin' problem (True)

If findin' somebody real is your f**kin' problem

Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Ooh 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

You ain't heard my album Who you sleepin' on

You should print the lyrics out and have a f**king read-along

Ain't a f**king sing-along 'less you brought the w**d along

Then ju' (OK 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 sh*t you talkin' bout is not up for discussion

I won't pay to make it bigger I don't pay for no reduction

If it's comin' from a ni**a I don't know then I don't trust it

If you comin' for my head then muhf**ka' get to bustin'

Yes Lord I don't really say this often but this long

Dick ni**a ain't for the long talkin' I beast

I love bad b**ches that's my f**kin' problem (Problem)

And yeah I like to f**k I got a f**kin' problem (True)

I love bad b**ches that's my f**kin' problem (Problem)

And yeah I like to f**k I got a f**kin' problem (True)

I love bad b**ches that's my f**kin' problem (Problem)

And yeah I like to f**k I got a f**kin' problem (True)

If findin' somebody real is your f**kin' problem

Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Uh 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