KEVIN McCALL - Fuckin Problems lyrics

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I love bad bitches that my fuckin problem

And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem

I keep taking you niggas bitches, that’s my fucking problem

My nigga we could light it up if you tryina solve it

I got 99 problems and they all bitches

Call the click talibans cause they all killin

No competition, but this election the model missis

Call the steer, cause the head game vicious

All I wish is that I had a swisher with marijuana

Faded off the usher, baby girl you make me wanna

Lick you from your neck to your ill nana

Taste so good your neck you wanna slap your mama,

God damn, I love, that pussy, popping

I’m throwing hunneds, like yeah

Check it’s nothing

California show you niggas how to function

Scrap away the ass and my leopard on time

They call me frankie roosevelt cause all the fuckers dying

See you got a man and baby that’s fine

Yeah you got your name tattered but tonight that pussy mine

I go on and on and on and on yeah

I’ma fill this liquor in the morning

Both my chick you with is foreign

You struggle to pay the rent, I’m payin the more...bitch!

Turn down, all the lights, I just set the mood

Bitch don’t kill my vibe

You wanna fly, take a ride

And I’ll take you higher than I

You belong in the sky, shining

Your beauty is forever like diamonds

Diamonds, oho

She got that, sexy motherfucker, let me take it to the head

Take you to the crib, lay you in the bed

Wake up in the morning, fuck you good again

[Hook] x 3

I love bad bitches that my fuckin problem

And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem

I keep taking you niggas bitches, that’s my fucking problem

My nigga we could light it up if you tryina solve it.