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 findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it 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 nigga-ish 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 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 findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it 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 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 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it 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, 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 I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ay