F****n' Problems (Cover)

Hold up, bitches, simmer down

Take it hella long, bitch, give it to me now

Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine

Ooh, Baby like it raw with the shimmy-shimmy, yeah, 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

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

But least a ****, **** 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

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on

Make you think about all of the **** 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 fuckin' read-along

Ain't a fuckin' sing-along 'less you brought the weed along

Then ju... (okay, I got it)

just 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' '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 ****

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem

And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem