Sean Garrett - f**in' Problems lyrics

[Hook: 2 Chainz & Drake] I love bad b**hes, that's my f**in' problem And yeah, I like to f**, I got a f**in' problem I love bad b**hes, that's my f**in' problem And yeah, I like to f**, I got a f**in' problem I love bad b**hes, that's my f**in' problem (I love bad b**hes, that's my f**in' problem) And yeah, I like to f**, I got a f**in' problem (And yeah, I like to f**, I got a f**in' problem) If findin' somebody real is your f**in' problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Hold up, b**hes simmer down Takin' hella long, b**h, give it to me now Make that thing pop like a semi or a 9 Ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya Huh, A$AP, get like me Never met a motherf**er fresh like me All these motherf**ers wanna dress like me Put the chrome to your dome, make you sweat like Keith ‘Cause I'm the n***a, the n***a n***a, like how you figure? Gettin' figures and f**in' b**hes She rollin' Swishers, brought her b**hes I brought my n***as, they gettin' bent up off the liquor She love my licorice, I let her lick it They say money make a n***a act n***a-ish But least a n***a n***a rich I be f**in' broads like I be f**in' bored Turn a dyke b**h out, have her f**in' boys; beast [Hook: 2 Chainz & Drake] I love bad b**hes, that's my f**in' problem And yeah, I like to f**, I got a f**in' problem I love bad b**hes, that's my f**in' problem And yeah, I like to f**, I got a f**in' problem I love bad b**hes, that's my f**in' problem (I love bad b**hes, that's my f**in' problem) And yeah, I like to f**, I got a f**in' problem (And yeah, I like to f**, I got a f**in' problem) If findin' somebody real is your f**in' problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it [Verse 2: Drake] Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on Make you think about all of the n***as 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**in' read-along Ain't a f**in' 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 sh** 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***a I don't know, then I don't trust it If you comin' for my head, then motherf**er get to bustin' Yes, Lord, I don't really say this often But this long-dick n***a ain't for the long talkin'; I'm beast [Hook: 2 Chainz & Drake] I love bad b**hes, that's my f**in' problem And yeah, I like to f**, I got a f**in' problem I love bad b**hes, that's my f**in' problem And yeah, I like to f**, I got a f**in' problem I love bad b**hes, that's my f**in' problem (I love bad b**hes, that's my f**in' problem) And yeah, I like to f**, I got a f**in' problem (And yeah, I like to f**, I got a f**in' problem) If findin' somebody real is your f**in' problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Uh, 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** 'em at the same damn time She eyein' me like a n***a don't exist Girl, I know you want this dick Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar A.K.A. 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, k** '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: 2 Chainz & Drake] I love bad b**hes, that's my f**in' problem And yeah, I like to f**, I got a f**in' problem I love bad b**hes, that's my f**in' problem And yeah, I like to f**, I got a f**in' problem I love bad b**hes, that's my f**in' problem (I love bad b**hes, that's my f**in' problem) And yeah, I like to f**, I got a f**in' problem (And yeah, I like to f**, I got a f**in' problem) If findin' somebody real is your f**in' problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it [Produced by Noah "40" Shebib & Drake]