ฟังเพลงF--Kin' Problems

F--Kin' Problems - Renegade Stars

I love bad b**ches, that's my f***in problem

And yeah I like to f***, I got a f***in problem

I love bad b**ches, that's my f***in problem

And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in problem

I love bad b**ches, that's my f***in problem

And yeah I like to f***, I got a f***in problem

If finding somebody real is your f***in problem

Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

Hold up b**ches simmer down

Taking hella long b**ch 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***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 ni**a, the ni**a ni**a, like how you figure?

Getting figures and f***in b**ches, she rolling Swishers

Brought her b**ches, I brought my niggas, they getting bent up off the liquor

She love my licorice, I let her lick it

They say money make a ni**a act nigger-ish

But at least a ni**a ni**a rich

I be f***in' broads like I be f***ing bored

Turn a dyke b**ch out have her f***in' boys, beast

(Hook)

I love bad b**ches, that's my f***in problem

And yeah I like to f***, I got a f***in problem

I love bad b**ches, that's my f***in problem

And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in problem

I love bad b**ches, that's my f***in problem

And yeah I like to f***, I got a f***in problem

If finding somebody real is your f***in 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 niggas 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 speaking on, oh word?

Ain't heard my album? Who you sleeping on?

You should print the lyrics out and have a f***ing read-along

Ain't a f***ing sing-along unless you brought the w**d 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*t you talking bout is not up for discussion

I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction

If it's coming from a ni**a I don't know, then I don't trust it

If you coming for my head, then motherf***er get to busting

Yes Lord, I don't really say this often

But this long dick ni**a ain't for the long talking, I beast

I love bad b**ches, that's my f***in problem

And yeah I like to f***, I got a f***in problem

I love bad b**ches, that's my f***in problem

And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in problem

I love bad b**ches, that's my f***in problem

And yeah I like to f***, I got a f***in problem

If finding somebody real is your f***in 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*** 'em at the same damn time

She eyeing me like a ni**a 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 them 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**ches, that's my f***in problem

And yeah I like to f***, I got a f***in problem

I love bad b**ches, that's my f***in problem

And yeah I like to f*** I got a f***in problem

I love bad b**ches, that's my f***in problem

And yeah I like to f***, I got a f***in problem

If finding somebody real is your f***in problem

Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it