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Nicki Minaj

"f*ckin' Problems (Megamix)"

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[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 b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem

(If finding somebody real is your f*ckin' problem)
Bring yo' girls to the crib, maybe we could solve it

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hold up, b*tches simmer down
Takin' hella long, b*tch, give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a 9
Ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya
Huh, A$AP, get like me
Never met a motherf*cker fresh like me
All these motherf*ckers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome, make you sweat like Keith
‘Cause I'm the n*gga, the n*gga n*gga, like how you figure?
Gettin' figures and f*ckin' b*tches
She rollin' Swishers, brought her b*tches
I brought my n*ggas, they gettin' bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a n*gga act n*ggerish
But least a n*gga n*gga rich
I be f*ckin' broads like I be f*ckin' bored
Turn a dyke b*tch out, have her f*ckin' boys; beast

[Chorus 1: 2 Chainz, (2 Chainz & Drake), Drake & A$AP Rocky]
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem

If finding somebody real is your f*ckin' 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 n*gga gang bang in the found blue (Su-woo)
Red beamer and it's brand new
So shout out to the b*tches 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 sh*t 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 b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem

(If finding somebody real is your f*ckin' 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 b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem

(If finding somebody real is your f*ckin' 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 n*ggas 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 f*ckin' read-along
Ain't a f*ckin' 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 sh*t 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 n*gga I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then motherf*cker get to bustin'
Yes, Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long-di*k n*gga ain't for the long talkin'; I'm beast

[Chorus 1: 2 Chainz, (2 Chainz & Drake), Drake & A$AP Rocky]
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem

(If finding somebody real is your f*ckin' 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, 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 it, 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 pus*y 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

[Chorus 2: Lil Wayne]
I love bad b*tches, okay, what's the problem
If she thinks she gonna come up then I'mma f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' possum
And n*gga, if your b*tch 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 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 pus*y, 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, I'm ill, 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 7: 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 a S on her breast, she a supermodel
If you swallow these kids, does 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 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 di*k cause I got street fame
Told that thirsty ass b*tch don't speak my name

[Verse 8: ??]

[Chorus 1: 2 Chainz, (2 Chainz & Drake), Drake & A$AP Rocky]
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem

(If finding somebody real is your f*ckin' 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 f*ck 'em at the same damn time
She eyein' me like a n*gga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this di*k
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 b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem
I love bad b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
And, yeah, I like to f*ck, I got a f*ckin' problem
I keep taking you n*ggas b*tches, that's my f*ckin problem
My n*gga we could light it up if you're tryna solve 'em

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