Rick Ross - Fuckin Problems lyrics

rate me

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.