Lil Wayne - f**in Problems lyrics

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Lil Wayne - f**in Problems lyrics

(Hook - Lil Wayne) I love all my b**hes That's my f**in' problem A 2 dollar bill is still a couple dollars And if any one of them n***as got a f**in' problem I'mma milk all of 'em Cause they f**in' cowards I love red b**hes There's just something 'bout 'em But I'm gettin' better p**y from a brown one Been schoolin' y'all n***as, I'm your alma mater I'm the sh** Where the fly swatter (Verse 1 - Lil Wayne) I know you likin' who you eatin' on Make me think about all them nights we got a threesome on Make me think about how you s** it like your teeth are gone If your friends hatin' on you, f** 'em To each his own, yessir I do my d** then I sleep 'em off Like it just be callin' me I need to turn my ringer off Ain't a f**in' singalong Unless you brought the weed along That kush, okay I got that kush Cop pounds and put my people on We can take the stairs up to the stars That's where we belong f** that sh** you talk I beat that p**y like production Or like Rocky, beat the Russian Or like Jordan, beat the buzzer n***a, gimme what you've got Take that money like an usher One man band, all you hear is repercussion Told a b**h, too much selfish gonna lead to self destruction She looked me in my eyes and said Man, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' I said shorty, you a beast (Hook) I love bad b**hes Okay, what's the problem If she thinks she gonna come up I'mma f**in' drown her I'm wildin' in public schools and public housing Can't afford failure, I'm just browsing I was 15 with $100,000 And if you talk trash I'mma f**in' possum? And n***a, if your b**h got eye problem You know what it is, armed robbery. Tunechi (Verse 2 - Euro) I heard 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young" I haven't seen a movie since I started livin' one I be in a room full of b**hes gettin' drunk Smokin' like a point guard, no look, pa**in' blunts f** you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that, Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to match And n***as schemin' on what I had, but We gon' put money in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose) And all these new b**hes old news Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise" And every dream girl that I f**ed came true Now every night feels like deja vu And the hatin's no use, she ain't waitin' on you I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks with no shoes" And I murder that p**y, and I ain't leave a clue Cause I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof That sick sh**, a mill, yeah, I'm a f**in' problem I'm fine wit' it, though, b**hes like f**in' problems And I can't solve sh** if I'm the f**in' problem Just know I got 'em, let me know if there's a f**in' problem Out the city, but you can't take the city out 'em I know these hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em? Long story short, money always colorblind She blew the team for some Red Bottoms (Euro)

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