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letra de f**kin' problems [verzuz: rick ross x 2 chainz] - a$ap rocky

[chorus: 2 chainz, drake, 2 chainz & drake, a$ap rocky]
i love bad b-tches, that’s my f-ckin’ problem (problem)
and yeah, i like to f-ck, i got a f-ckin’ problem (problem)
i love bad b-tches, that’s my f-ckin’ problem (problem)
and yeah, i like to f-ck, i got a f-ckin’ problem (problem)
i love bad b-tches, that’s my f-ckin’ problem (problem)
and yeah, i like to f-ck, i got a f-ckin’ problem (problem)
if findin’ somebody real is your f-ckin’ problem (yeah)
bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy

[verse 1: a$ap rocky]
hold up, b-tches, simmer down (uh)
takin’ h-lla long, b-tch, give it to me now (uh)
make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya, huh?
a$ap (yeah), get like me (uh)
never met a motherf-cker fresh like me (yeah)
all these motherf-ckers wanna dress like me (uh)
but the chrome to your dome make you sweat like keith
‘cause i’m the n-gga, the n-gga, n-gga, like how you figure? (yeah)
gettin’ figures and f-ckin’ b-tches, she rollin’ swishers
brought her b-tches, i brought my n-ggas (uh)
they gettin’ bent up off the liquor (uh)
she love my licorice, i let her l!ck it (alright)
they say money make a n-gga act n-ggerish (uh)
but least a n-gga, n-gga rich
i be f-ckin’ broads like i be f-ckin’ bored
turn a dyk- b-tch out, have her f-ckin’ boys, beast (hahahahaha)
[chorus: 2 chainz, drake, 2 chainz & drake]
i love bad b-tches, that’s my f-ckin’ problem (problem)
and yeah, i like to f-ck, i got a f-ckin’ problem (problem)
i love bad b-tches, that’s my f-ckin’ problem (problem)
and yeah, i like to f-ck, i got a f-ckin’ problem (problem)
i love bad b-tches, that’s my f-ckin’ problem (problem)
and yeah, i like to f-ck, i got a f-ckin’ problem (problem)
if findin’ somebody real is your f-ckin’ problem
bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy

[verse 2: drake]
ooh, i know you love it when this beat is on
make you think about all of the n-ggas you 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-ckin’ read-along
ain’t a f-ckin’ sing-along ‘less you brought the weed along
then ju— okay, i got it
then just drop down and get your eagle on
or we can stare up at the stars and put the beatles on
all that sh-t 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-gga i don’t know, then i don’t trust it
if you comin’ for my head, then motherf-cker, get to bustin’
yes, lord, i don’t really say this often
but this long-d-ck n-gga ain’t for the long talkin’, i’m beast
[chorus: 2 chainz, drake, 2 chainz & drake]
i love bad b-tches, that’s my f-ckin’ problem (problem)
and yeah, i like to f-ck, i got a f-ckin’ problem (problem)
i love bad b-tches, that’s my f-ckin’ problem (problem)
and yeah, i like to f-ck, i got a f-ckin’ problem (problem)
i love bad b-tches, that’s my f-ckin’ problem (problem)
and yeah, i like to f-ck, i got a f-ckin’ problem (problem)
if findin’ somebody real is your f-ckin’ 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
vacayed in atlanta, then she goin’ back to cali (mm)
got your girl on my line, world on my line
the irony, i f-ck ’em at the same d-mn time
she eyein’ me like a n-gga don’t exist
girl, i know you want this d-ck
girl, i’m kendrick lamar (mm)
a.k.a. benz is to me just a car (mm)
that mean your friends-es need be up to par
see, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow (mm)
k!ll ’em all, dead bodies in the hallway
don’t get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
halle berry, hallelujah
holler back, i’ll do ya, beast
[chorus: 2 chainz, drake, 2 chainz & drake]
i love bad b-tches, that’s my f-ckin’ problem (problem)
and yeah, i like to f-ck, i got a f-ckin’ problem (problem)
i love bad b-tches, that’s my f-ckin’ problem (problem)
and yeah, i like to f-ck, i got a f-ckin’ problem (problem)
i love bad b-tches, that’s my f-ckin’ problem (problem)
and yeah, i like to f-ck, i got a f-ckin’ problem (problem)
if findin’ somebody real is your f-ckin’ problem
bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy

[produced by 40 & drake]

- aap rocky

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