Fuckin' Problems - Xavier Dunn Cover

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem.
Yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem.
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem.
Yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem.
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem.
Yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem.
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem,
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it.

Hold up, bitches simmer down
Takin' hella long bitch give it to me now,
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Baby, like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya.
– Huh –, ASAP get like me,
Never met a motherfucker fresh like me,
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me,
Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like keith.
Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure?
Getting figures and fuckin bitches, she rollin' swishers
Brought her bitches, 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 nigga act nigger-ish.
But at least a nigga nigga rich.
I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored,
Turn a dyke bitch out have her fuckin' boys, beast.

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem.
Yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem.
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem.
Yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem.
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem.
Yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem.
If finding somebody real is your fuckin 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 speakin' on, oh word?
Ain't hear my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along,
Ain't a fucking sing-along unless you brought the weed along,
Then just... okay I got it.
Drop down and get yo' eagle on,
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the beatles on.
All that shit you talkin' about 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 nigga I don't know, then i don't trust it.
If you coming for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin.
Yes lord, I don't really say this often,
But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talking, I beast.

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem.
Yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem.
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem.
Yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem.
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem.
Yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem.
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem,
bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it.
Maybe we can solve it.
Maybe we can solve it.
Maybe we can solve it.

Oh yeah hoe 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,
Vacate in atlanta then she going back to Cali.
Get your girl on my line world on my line,
The irony I fuck 'em at the same damn time.
She eyeing me like a nigga don't exist.
Girl, I know you want this dick.
Girl I'm Kendrick Lamar,
aka. Benz is to me just a car,
That means your friends need to be up to a par,
see my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow.
Kill '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.
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem.
Yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem.
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem.
Yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem.
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem.
Yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem.
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem,
bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it.



Credits
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Stephen Ellis Garrett, Noah James Shebib, Tauheed Epps, Kendrick Lamar, Rakim Mayers
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