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Rick Ross - Fuckin Problems Lyrics

feat. Stalley

[Hook]
I love bad bitches, that my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
If finding someone real, is your fuckin problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve em

Here I come, there he goes
Cause I’m falling off the marijuana
Well known as the boss, is the bottle poppin
Talking bareless, you wanna ball like Cindy Lauper
I get the cedar here baby girl a blood but she kinda cute
Let a nigga gang bang her in the phant blue, so ho
Grand beamer and it’s brand new
So shout out to them bitches we done ran through
To connaisseur, canivores, to the whores
Yeah you’re running with the flow, it wasn’t yours
All the boys got gwala, it’s all go
Shawty showed it to me first, the fast forward
The land lord, mind influence, it’s either jewish
Need to get you some insurance, the smoke tonish
It should of move it to the theater
In the crib, and you know I got the pole
We get it in, we get it in

[Hook]
I love bad bitches, that my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
If finding someone real, is your fuckin problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve em

Speedin in my fast car, reminscin on the girl that I last saw
And how she cut wood like a hacksaw
Wax on, was off man that ass soft
A tats to my fitty, but I get that kitten head soft
I was jimmy strap when I fell up in that cat paws
All over my body, meyon for my young and boss
Had the head down tails up like a coin toss rolling up her body
Stretch her like pilates, 1 10 maserati
Burning down the highway, burning on some molly
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 6 in the morning
Horny as a dog and he chasin after ponies
The sheets is lonely, but it’s just me and the stars
Me and my thoughts
Could it be me and the god, it’s
Well if I play my cards right, tear the cards on my dashboard
If they rewrite will lead me back to my queen tonight

[Hook]
I love bad bitches, that my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
If finding someone real, is your fuckin problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve em.
 

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