F**kin’ Problems (Clean Version) A$AP Rocky (Ft. 2 Chainz, Drake & Kendrick Lamar)

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[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake, Both, A$AP Rocky]
I love bad bad, that's my that's my problem
And yeah, I like to, I got a p-p-problem
I love bad bad, that's my that's my problem
And yeah, I like to, I got a p-p-problem
I love bad bad, that's my that's my problem
And yeah, I like to, I got a p-p-problem
If findin' somebody real is your p-p-problem (Yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hold up, tell ‘em simmer down (Uh)
Takin' hella long, give it to me now (Uh)
Make that thing thing like a or a
Ooh, baby like it like it with the shimmy shimmy ya, huh?
A$AP (Yeah), get like me (Uh)
Never met a mother mother fresh like me (Yeah)
All these mothers wanna dress like me (Uh)
But the to your dome make you sweat like Keith
‘Cause I'm the, like how you figure? (Yeah)
Gettin' figures and keepin’ triller
She brought her chickens, I brought my brought my (Uh)
They gettin' bent up off the liquor (Uh)
She love my licorice, I let her let her (Alright)
They say money make money make act licorice (Uh)
At least Hilfiger rich
I be broads like I’m a dog
Turn a turn a chick out, have her boys; beast