ASAP Rocky - Problem lyrics

I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin problem

And yeah I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin problem

I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin problem

And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*ckin problem

I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin problem

And yeah I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin problem

If finding somebody real is your f*ckin problem

Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Hold up b*tches simmer down

Takin' hella long b*tch 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, ASAP 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 n*gga, the n*gga n*gga, like how you figure?

Getting figures and f*ckin b*tches, she rollin' Swishers

Brought her b*tches, I brought my n*ggas, they getting bent up off the liquor

She love my licorice, I let her lick it

They say money make a n*gga act nigger-ish

But at least a n*gga n*gga rich

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

Turn a dyke b*tch out have her f*ckin' boys, beast


I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin problem

And yeah I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin problem

I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin problem

And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*ckin problem

I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin problem

And yeah I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin problem

If finding somebody real is your f*ckin problem

Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/a/asap+rocky/problem_21052835.html ]

I know you love it when this beat is on

Make you think about all of the n*ggas 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 f*cking read-along

Ain't a f*cking sing-along unless 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 n*gga 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 n*gga ain't for the long talking, I beast


I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin problem

And yeah I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin problem

I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin problem

And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*ckin problem

I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin problem

And yeah I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin problem

If finding somebody real is your f*ckin 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

Vaca'd in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali

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 n*gga don't exist

Girl, I know you want this dick

Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar

AKA Benz is to me just a car

That mean your friends need to be up to 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 b*tches, that's my f*ckin problem

And yeah I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin problem

I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin problem

And yeah I like to f*ck I got a f*ckin problem

I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin problem

And yeah I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin problem

If finding somebody real is your f*ckin problem

Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it






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