🎵 Fuckin’ Problems (Megamix) // by Finny Music

2 ContributorsFuckin’ Problems (Megamix) Lyrics Audio completed, upload soon. Wait….I found a duplicate verse. Whoops. My bad. [Intro: Kendrick Lamar] I remember, being young, dumb Finny Music Looking for the next thrill Angry adolescents, three things on our minds Money, murder and you [Chorus 1: 2 Chainz, (2 Chainz & Drake), Drake & A$AP Rocky] I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem) Bring yo' girls to the crib, maybe we could solve it [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Hold up, bitches simmer down Takin' hella long, bitch, give it to me now Make that thing pop like a semi or a 9 Ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya Huh, A$AP, get like me Never met a motherfucker fresh like me All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me Put the chrome to your dome, make you sweat like Keith ‘Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure? Gettin' figures and fuckin' bitches She rollin' Swishers, brought her bitches I brought my niggas, they gettin' bent up off the liquor She love my licorice, I let her lick it They say money make a nigga act niggerish But least a nigga nigga rich I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored Turn a dyke bitch out, have her fuckin' boys; beast [Chorus 1: 2 Chainz, (2 Chainz & Drake), Drake & A$AP Rocky] 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 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring yo' girls to the crib, maybe we could solve it [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Here it come, there it goes, guess I'm rolling up the marijuana Well known as the boss, it's the bottle popping Talking down, she wanna ball like Cyndi Lauper I get the cheddar here, baby girl a blood but she kinda cute Let a nigga gang bang in the found blue (Su-woo) Red beamer and it's brand new So shout out to the bitches we done ran through True connoisseur carnivores, to the whores Yeah you running with the flow, it wasn't yours All the boss got butter, it's all gold Stalley showed it to me first now fast forward The land lord my influence, is speaking Jewish Need to get you some insurance for smoking too much This shit a movie pick a theater in the crib And you know I got the pole, we get it in, we get it in [Chorus 1: 2 Chainz, (2 Chainz & Drake), Drake & A$AP Rocky] I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem) Bring yo' girls to the crib, maybe we could solve it [Verse 3: Stalley] Speeding in my fast car, reminiscing on the girl that I last saw And how she cut wood like a hacksaw, wax on wax off man that ass soft Attached to my fitted, but I get that kitten hat soft I was jimmy hat strapped when I fell up in that cat: pause All over my body, me on for my yoning balls had the head down Tails up like a coin toss rolling up a body Stretching like Pilate, 110 Maserati Burning down the highway, burning on some Marley Could this be love infatuation of the body? The facts is that I'm sloppy with my feelings and it's got me Chasing love at six in the morning, horny as a dog in heat chasing after pony The streets is lonely, but it's just me and the stars Me and my thoughts, could it be me and the Goddess? Well if I play my cards right, tarot cards on my dashboard if they re-write Or leave me right back to my queen tonight, right? [Chorus 1: 2 Chainz, (2 Chainz & Drake), Drake & A$AP Rocky] 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 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem) Bring yo' girls to the crib, maybe we could solve it [Verse 4: Drake] Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on Make you think about all of the niggas 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) Then 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 nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it If you comin' 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 talkin'; I'm beast [Chorus 1: 2 Chainz, (2 Chainz & Drake), Drake & A$AP Rocky] 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 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem) Bring yo' girls to the crib, maybe we could solve it [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] I know you dykin' who you eatin' on Make me think about all them nights we got a threesome on Make me think about how you suck it like your teeth are gone If your friends hatin' on you, fuck 'em to each his own, yessir I do my drugs then I sleep 'em off Like it just be callin' me, I need to turn my ringer off Ain't a fuckin' singalong unless you brought the weed along That kush, okay I got it, that kush Cop pounds and put my people on We can take the stairs up to the stars that's where we belong Fuck that shit you talk, I beat that pussy like production Or like Rocky, beat the Russian, or like Jordan, beat the buzzer Nigga, gimme what you've got, take that money like an usher One man band, all you hear is repercussion Told a bitch, too much selfish gonna lead to self destruction She looked me in my eyes and said Man, I ain't worried 'bout nothin', I said shorty, you a beast [Chorus 2: Lil Wayne] I love bad bitches, okay, what's the problem If she thinks she gonna come up then I'mma fuckin' drown her I'm wilder than public schools and public housing Can't afford failure, I'm just browsing I was 15 with $100,000 And if you talk trash I'mma fuckin' possum And nigga, if your bitch got eye problem You know what it is, armed robbery Tunechi [Verse 6: Euro] I heard 'em tell me "Go get 'em, young" I haven't seen a movie since I started livin' one I be in a room full of bitches gettin' drunk Smokin' like a point guard, no look, passin' blunts Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to match And niggas schemin' on what I had, but We gon' put money in the bag or a body in the bag (You choose) And all these new bitches old news Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise" And every dream girl that I fucked came true Now every night feels like deja vu And the hatin's no use, she ain't waitin' on you I tell a baby, "Tell ya man kick rocks with no shoes" And I murder that pussy, and I ain't leave a clue Cause I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof That sick shit, I'm ill, yeah, I'm a fuckin' problem I'm fine wit' it, though, bitches like fuckin' problems And I can't solve shit if I'm the fuckin' problem Just know I got 'em, let me know if there's a fuckin' problem Out the city, but you can't take the city out 'em I know these hoes well, see the water spittin' out 'em? Long story short, money always colorblind She blew the team for some Red Bottoms (Euro) [Verse 7: Kidd Kidd] I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem Had a few ugly bitches but I had to hide em Can't live with em, Can't live without em Can't trust them hoes poking holes up in condoms Put a S on her breast, she a supermodel If you swallow these kids, does that make you childish Now she say I got a fuckin problem Because I fucked her once and gave a fuck about her Her hair blown out like the 80s I drive these bitches crazy, mental asylum should pay me I ain't looking for a lady, call Will Smith to get you hitched I ain't looking for a wife, I need a one night trick That can ride it like that, suck it like this Hit it from the back in the back of the whip I'm a mac, I'm a pimp girl You don't need make up, put this mac on your lips She drive a X5, beefin' with her ex man Baby Ima dog and a DMX fan Told myself I wouldn't mess with my ex again Popped a lil x then i tried explain I keep it too real to ever be a lame Too many girls in this world, you all be lame She all on my dick cause I got street fame Told that thirsty ass bitch don't speak my name [Verse 8: Trey Songz] I love bad bitches, I'm such a savage it's ridiculous Show me a bad bitch and I'll give her a dick to kiss Tell her tongue it down, throat emphasis Give me brain 'til her brain can't remember shit I make it summer rain though she got December dick Let her states remain and I leave my name in it I mean I put my name on it Got a picture perfect pussy, I'mma put a frame on it I keep it so a hundred but positions change on it She told me how she want it, her face I came on it I'm never disappointed, I left her disjointed Pancakes and eggs with some head in the morning They say money make a nigga act nigga-ish White hoes love nigga dick Don't know why I always got another nigga's bitch But I bet I'll always put it in her ribs, I beast [Chorus 1: 2 Chainz, (2 Chainz & Drake), Drake & A$AP Rocky] 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 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem) Bring yo' girls to the crib, maybe we could solve it [Verse 9: 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 Vaca'd in Atlanta, then she goin' back to Cali, mmm Got your girl on my line, world on my line The irony, I fuck 'em at the same damn time She eyein' me like a nigga don't exist Girl, I know you want this dick Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar A.K.A. Benz is to me just a car That mean your friends-es need be up to par See, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow Mmm, 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 [Chorus 3: 2 Chainz, (Kevin McCall) & 2 Chainz & Kevin McCall] 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 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I keep taking you niggas bitches, that's my fuckin problem My nigga we could light it up if you're tryna solve 'em [Verse 10: ??] [Verse 11: Tyga] I got a fuckin’ problem Baby on me like a toddler Keep my phone on silent Vibrate, make that ass shake like a violin College girls on me while you pressed like dialing I been everywhere you niggas ain’t Can’t go where your bitch go, got her up late Make my dick plank, she gon’ drink it straight Rotate, let her friend taste She from the DMV but I ain’t tryin’ to wait DC, Maryland, them phones they be wirin’ them Shout out my nigga Wale we be fly like a terrorist Get money like inheritance That pussy I’mma wear it out Yeah we in the strip club Blowin’ money, air it out Talkin’ big shit Let me show you what I’m talkin’ ‘bout Stacks for the freak show Told her bring the circus out I ain’t gettin’ married ‘cause these hoes They just go around Ridin’ on the next clique soon as they up in town Cause I’m the nigga, the nigga nigga They hold me down if it’s drama And if it’s drama, I got that loud Told my girl, Jeffrey Dahmer, and eat her out Then I follow, and then I follow, dick in her mouth They say Tyga only got like one hit Shit, at least a nigga got a hit Banana make her pussy split Pornstar, loose lips Ain’t no room in my circle like a hula-hoop [Chorus 1: 2 Chainz, (2 Chainz & Drake), Drake & A$AP Rocky] I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem) Bring yo' girls to the crib, maybe we could solve it [Verse 12: Busta Rhymes] What they say now? Talk to me Boo Tell me what you and your bitches really wanna do We just met and I like to fuck in case you never knew Beat up the pussy on the balcony, better view Go ahead and suck that dick but never chew No need to leave your girls out, you could bring em too Ass bouncing on a nigga like a kangaroo From One Oak to Green House, 01 Avenue Fuck them til they in a coma and they got a clue Smelling the pussy aroma, what you tryina prove? Maxi van soldier in the fountain blue Still spreadin money from my deal with Mountain Dew I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin problem Especially when I got a lot of fuckin options Bid on the baddest, it’s like a fuckin auction I need a new endulgment from a fuckin condom [Chorus 1: 2 Chainz, (2 Chainz & Drake), Drake & A$AP Rocky] 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 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem) Bring yo' girls to the crib, maybe we could solve it [Verse 13: J-Doe] Yea fuckin bad bitch is in my fuckin problem I don’t know a fly nigga who ain’t fuckin got one Same issue that I’m havin with you’s fuckin all So why does fuckin problem even considered a fuckin problem? Yea, I’m fuckin bad bitches from LA to Boston New York City, Kansa City, all the way to Austin Sexes while look at my necklace She hop on my check list, fuck her and her best friend My flow is infection, she should be arrested I’m young and I’m reckless, you must have a death wish If you try to go against me nigga I put you and yo career under 6 feet nigga I see no contender less I’m lookin in the mirror Told your girl come surrender to my heart, don’t remember Got a fallout like November but I’m colder than December Got money on my agenda, come roll on this adventure Motherfucker I beast [Chorus 3: 2 Chainz, (Kevin McCall) & 2 Chainz & Kevin McCall] 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 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I keep taking you niggas bitches, that's my fuckin problem My nigga we could light it up if you're tryna solve 'em [Verse 14: Kevin McCall] I got 99 problems and they all bitches Call the clique Columbine, cause they all killers No competition, but this election of model missis Call her sick, cause her head game vicious All I wish is, that I had a Swisher with marijuana Faded off the Usher Raymond, girl you make me wanna Lick you from your neck, to your ill nana Taste so good it make you wanna slap your momma God damn (got damn), I love (I love), that pussy poppin' I’m throwin' hunnads, like yeah (like yeah) It’s nothin' (it's nothin'), California show you niggas how to function Scrap away the ass and my leopard all time They call me Frankie Roosevelt cause all I fuck is dimes Say you got a man and baby that’s fine Yeah you got his name tatted, but tonight that pussy mine I go on and on and on and on yeah I'mma feel this liquor in the morning Both my chick and whip is foreign You struggle to pay the rent, I’m payin the mortgage, bitch! [Chorus 1: 2 Chainz, (2 Chainz & Drake), Drake & A$AP Rocky] I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem) Bring yo' girls to the crib, maybe we could solve it [Verse 15: 2Pac] Tell me is it cool to fuck? Did you think I come to talk? Am I a fool or what? Positions on the floor, it's like erotic Ironic, 'cause I'm somewhat psychotic I'm hittin' switches on bitches Like I been fixed with hydraulics Up and down like a roller coaster I'm up inside ya, I ain't quittin' 'til the show is over 'Cause I'm a rider, in and out just like a robbery I'll probably be a freak and let you get on top of me Get her rockin' these, nights full of Alize A livin' legend you ain't heard about These niggas play these Cali days C. Delores Tucker, you's a motherfucker Instead of tryin' to help a nigga, you destroy a brother Worse than the others; Bill Clinton, Mister Bob Dole You're too old to understand the way the game's told You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts Once I'm released, I'm makin' millions, nigga, top that They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell Livin' in hell, only a few of us'll live to tell Now everybody talkin' about us, I could give a fuck I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss Nigga, tell me how you want it [Chorus 1: 2 Chainz, (2 Chainz & Drake), Drake & A$AP Rocky] 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 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And, yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem) Bring yo' girls to the crib, maybe we could solve it [Verse 16: ??]