[Hook: 2 Chainz, Drake, and A$
AP Rocky]
I love bad bitches, that's my
F**king problem
And yeah I like to F**k, I got a
F**king problem I love bad bitches, that's my
F**king problem
And yeah I like to F**k I got a
F**king problem
I love bad bitches, that's my
F**king problem And yeah I like to F**k, I got a
F**king problem
If finding somebody real is your
F**king problem
Bring your girls to the crib
maybe we can solve it [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hold up, bitches simmer down
Taking hella long, bitch give it
to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi
or a nine Ooh baby like it raw with the
shimmy shimmy ya, huh
A$AP get like me
Never met a motherF**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 nigga, the nigga
nigga, like how you figure?
Getting figures and F**kin' 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**king broads like I be
F**king bored
Turn a dyke bitch out, have her F**king 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**kin' read-along
Ain't a F**kin' 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**ker 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**k 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
AKA 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]
AP Rocky]
I love bad bitches, that's my
F**king problem
And yeah I like to F**k, I got a
F**king problem I love bad bitches, that's my
F**king problem
And yeah I like to F**k I got a
F**king problem
I love bad bitches, that's my
F**king problem And yeah I like to F**k, I got a
F**king problem
If finding somebody real is your
F**king problem
Bring your girls to the crib
maybe we can solve it [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hold up, bitches simmer down
Taking hella long, bitch give it
to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi
or a nine Ooh baby like it raw with the
shimmy shimmy ya, huh
A$AP get like me
Never met a motherF**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 nigga, the nigga
nigga, like how you figure?
Getting figures and F**kin' 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**king broads like I be
F**king bored
Turn a dyke bitch out, have her F**king 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**kin' read-along
Ain't a F**kin' 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**ker 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**k 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
AKA 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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