[Hook: 2 Chainz, Drake, and I love bad bitches that's my fuckin And yeah I like to fuck I got a problem I love bad bitches that's my fuckin And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin I love bad bitches that's my problem And yeah I to fuck I got a fuckin problem If findin somebody real is fuckin problem Bring ya girls to the crib we can solve it
[Verse 1: A$AP up bitches simmer down Takin' hella long give it to me now Make that thing pop like a or a nine Oh baby it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya Huh, get like me Never met a fucker fresh like me All these wanna dress like me Put the chrome to your dome make you like Keith Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga how you figure? Getting and fuckin bitches She rollin for her bitches I bought my they getting bent up off the liquor She my licorice, I let her lick it They say make a nigga act nigger-ish But at least a nigga nigga I be fuckin broads I be fuckin bored Turn a dyke out have her fuckin boys
[Verse 2: I know you love it when this is on Make you think about all of the you've been leading on Make me think about all of the rappers been feeding on Got a feeling that's the dudes that we speakin' on, oh word? You ain't heard my who you sleepin' on? You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking Ain't a fucking unless you brought the weed along Then Juuuuuuuuu (laughs) Then Juuuust drop down and get yo' on Or we can up at the stars and put The Beatles on All that shit you talkin' bout is not up for I won't pay to make it bigger I don't pay for no If it's comin' from a nigga I know then I don't trust it If you comin' from out then muhhfucka get to bustin' Yes I don't really say this often But this long dick nigga ain't for the talkin I
[Verse 3: Lamar] ho this the finale My pep talk turn into a pep Say from the hood but she live inside in the valley now Vacate in Atlanta, she going back to Cali Got your girl on my line, world on my The irony I fuck 'em at the same damn She me like a nigga don't exist Girl, I you want this dick Girl, I'm Lamar Aka Benz is to me is a car That mean your friends to be up to par See my standards are papered by tomorrow em all dead bodies in the hallway Don't get listen to what the crystal ball say Halle berry, Holla back do ya