ASAP Rocky (A$AP Rocky)
ASAP Rocky (A$AP Rocky) - Problem songtekst
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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 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