I love bad bitches that's my problem. and yea I like to fuck I fucking problem. I love bad bitches that's my problem. and yea I like to fuck I fucking problem. I bad bitches that's my fucking problem. and yea I like to fuck I fucking problem.
If finding somebody is your fucking problem your girl to the crib maybe we can solve it.
Verse 1-
Hold up, simmer down. Takin' hella long, bitch it to me now. Make that thing pop like a or a nine. Oooo baby it raw with the shimmy shimmy ahh hahh. A$AP get like me. Never met a motherfucker fresh like me. All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me, but the chrome to your dome make you sweat Keith. Cuz im the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how ya figure. Getting figures and bitches, she rollin' switches. Boy her bitches up on my niggas, they gettin bent up off the liquor She love my licorice, I let her it. They say money make a nigga act niggerish, at least a nigga rich. I be fucking like I be fucking bored, turn a dike bitch out have her fucking boys. BEAST!
I love bad bitches that's my problem. and yea I like to fuck I fucking problem. I love bad that's my fucking problem. and yea I like to fuck I fucking problem. I love bad that's my fucking problem. and yea I like to fuck I gotta problem.
If finding somebody is your fucking problem your girl to the crib maybe we can solve it.
Verse 2-
Oooo, I know you love it this beat is on. Make ya think about all the you been leadin' on. Make me think all of the rappers I been feeding on, Got a feelin' that's the same we was speakin of. Oh word, heard my album who ya sleepin on, you should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along. Ain't a fucking sing-along you brought the weed along. And juuuust, (okay I got it) And juuust drop down and get your on Or we can up at the stars and put the Beatles on. All the 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 dont know, than i trust it. If ya coming from my head then motherfucker get to bustin. Yes Lord. I don't really say this often, but this dick nigga ain't for the long talk I'm BEAST.
I love bad that's my fucking problem. and yea I like to fuck I gotta problem. I love bad bitches that's my problem. and yea I like to fuck I fucking problem. I bad bitches that's my fucking problem. and yea I like to fuck I gotta problem.
If finding real is your fucking problem Bring girl to the crib maybe we can solve it.
Verse 3- Lamar:
Un yeah hoe this the finale. My pep turn into a pep-rally. Say she from the hood but she live inside the Valley. Now vaca'd in Atlanta than she back to Cali. MM, Got girl on my line; world on my line. The irony, I 'em at the same damn time. She me like a nigga don't exist Girl, I know you this dick Girl, I'm Lamar, A.K.A. Benz-Is-To-Me-Just-A-Car. That you friendses need to be up to par, see my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow. MM, Kill 'em all, dead in the hallway. Don't get involved, listen what the ball say. Barry, Hallelujah! Holla back, do ya. BEAST!
I love bad bitches my fucking problem. and yea I like to fuck I gotta problem. I bad bitches that's my fucking problem. and yea I like to I gotta fucking problem. I love bad bitches my fucking problem. and yea I to fuck I gotta fucking problem.
If finding real is your fucking problem, bring your girl to the crib maybe we can solve it.