Fuckin’ Problems (Remix) Rick Ross (Ft. Stalley)
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[Intro: Rick Ross]
We the greatest ever nigga
MMG, yeah
[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Drake]
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
(I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a 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
[Verse 1: 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 nigga gang bang in the found blue (Su-woo)
Red beamer and it's brand new
So shout out to the bitches 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 shit a movie pick a theater in the crib
And you know I got the pole, we get it in, we get it in
We the greatest ever nigga
MMG, yeah
[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Drake]
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
(I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a 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
[Verse 1: 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 nigga gang bang in the found blue (Su-woo)
Red beamer and it's brand new
So shout out to the bitches 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 shit a movie pick a theater in the crib
And you know I got the pole, we get it in, we get it in
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