Fuckin' Problems (Freestyle) Lyrics

Featuring Stalley

(Intro)
We da greatest ever nigga
MMG, yea

(Hook)
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

(Verse)
Here I come, there it goes
As I'm rollin up the marijuana, we all know that it's the boss
As the bottle poppin tuckin bell and she wanna ball excedy luper
I beat the cheddar here, baby girl with love but she kinda cute
Better nigga gang bangin in the fountain blue (soo woo)
Bambina and it's brand new
So shout out to the bitches, we done ran through
True connoisseur carnivores, to the whores
Yea you runnin with the flow, it wasn't yours
All the boys got dwella, it's all go
Stalley showed it to me first, now fast forward
The landlord my influence is leavin jewish
Need to get you some insurance to smoke the two inch
They shoot a movie, pick a theater, run the crib
And you know I got the pull, we get it in
We get it in

(Hook)
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

(Verse)
Speedin in my fast car
Reminiscin on a girl that I last saw
And how she cut wood like a hacksaw
Wax on, wax off, man that ass soft
Attached to my fitty but I get that kitten hat's off
I was jimmy strapped when I fell up in that cat, pause!
All over my body
Meowin for my youngin balls, had her head down
Tails up like a coin toss, rollin up her body
Stretchin like pilates, one tin Maserati
Burnin down the highway, bringin on some moly
Could this be love infatuation of the body?
The fact is that I'm sloppy with my feelings and it's got me
Chasin love at 6 in the morning
Horny as a dog in heat chasin after pony
The streets is lonely but it's just me in the stars
Me and my thoughts, could it be me and the goddess?
Well if I play my cards right
Tarot cards on my dash board if they read right
And lead me right back to my queen tonight
Right?

(Hook)
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it