เนื้อเพลง F*ckin' Problems - Lil Wayne

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ศิลปิน Lil Wayne | ร่วมร้อง Euro & Kidd Kidd | เพิ่มเมื่อ 21 มกราคม 2558

เนื้อเพลง F*ckin' Problems

[Hook - Lil Wayne]
I love all my b*tches
That's my f*ckin' problem
A 2 dollar bill is still a couple dollars
And if any one of them n*ggas got a f*ckin' problem
I'mma milk all of 'em
Cause they f*ckin' cowards
I love red b*tches
There's just something 'bout 'em
But I'm gettin' better p*ssy from a brown one
Been schoolin' y'all n*ggas, I'm your alma mater
I'm the sh*t
Where the fly swatter

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I know you likin' who you eatin' on
Make me think about all them nights we got a threesome on
Make me think about how you s*ck it like your teeth are gone
If your friends hatin' on you, f*ck '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 f*ckin' singalong
Unless you brought the weed along
That kush, okay I got that kush
Cop pounds and put my people on
We can take the stairs up to the stars
That's where we belong
F*ck that sh*t you talk
I beat that p*ssy like production
Or like Rocky, beat the Russian
Or like Jordan, beat the buzzer
N*gga, gimme what you've got
Take that money like an usher
One man band, all you hear is repercussion
Told a b*tch, 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

[Hook]
I love bad b*tches
Okay, what's the problem
If she thinks she gonna come up
I'mma f*ckin' drown her
I'm wildin' in 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 f*ckin' possum?
And n*gga, if your b*tch got eye problem
You know what it is, armed robbery.
Tunechi

[Verse 2 - 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 b*tches gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look, passin' blunts
F*ck you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that,
Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to match
And n*ggas 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 b*tches old news
Throwin' stacks at 'em like "That's prolly gon' bruise"
And every dream girl that I f*cked 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 p*ssy, and I ain't leave a clue
Cause I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof
That sick sh*t, a mill, yeah, I'm a f*ckin' problem
I'm fine wit' it, though, b*tches like F*ckin' Problems
And I can't solve sh*t if I'm the f*ckin' problem
Just know I got 'em, let me know if there's a f*ckin' 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 3 - Kidd Kidd]
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
Had a few ugly b*tches, 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 her ass on a brush, she a supermodel
If you swallow these kids, do that make you childish?
Now she say I got a f*ckin' problem
Because I f*cked her once and gave a f*ck about her
Her hair blown out like the 80s
I drive these b*tches crazy, mental asylum, she'll pay me
I ain't looking for a lady, call was meant to get you Hitch
I ain't looking for a wife, I need a one night trick
That can ride it like that, s*ck 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 with a Mac on your lips
She drive a X5, beefin' with her ex man
Baby I'm a dog and a DMX fan
Told myself I wouldn't mess with my ex again
Popped a lil' x then I tried to explain
I keep it too real to ever be a lame
Too many girls in this world, y'all can be lame
She all on my d*ck cause I got street fame
Tell that thirsty ass b*tch don't speak my name
Kidd Kidd, a nut from the 9
Tell 'em: "don't worry 'bout me, I'm just fine"
Girl if you comin' with me then let's ride
See I know you want money, so don't waste my time
Uh, wear that ass out, f*ck her till we pass out
F*ck a hotel, we goin' to my mans house
Scratch that, your baby mama was an amp tray
We treat that p*ssy like some good weed and pass that yay
To my n*ggas, she f*ck my n*ggas
Bought some b*tches and she was wit' it
With you she wasn't, but she did it
She let you lick it, but never stick it
You be trippin', you say you fallen', n*gga you slippin'
Uh, stupid ass n*gga tryna fall in love
If I fall it's gon' be from too many drugs
You asking questions 'bout what she was
With the Rida Gang, she told you in the club
Hahaha

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