F**kin' Problems - Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)/Kidd Kidd/Euro

I love all my b**ches that's my f**kin' problem

A two dollar bill is still a couple dollars

And if any one of them niggers got a f**kin' problem

Imma milk all of'me cause they f**kin' cowards

I love red b**ches there's just something bout 'em

But I'm getting better p**sy from a brown one

Been schooling y'all niggers I'm your alma mater

I'm the sh*t where the fly swatter uh

I know you liking who you eating on

Make me think about all them nights we got a threesome on

Make me think about

How you suck it like your teeth are gone

If your friends hating on you f**k'em

To each his own yes sir

I do my drugs then I sleep'em off

Like it just be calling me

I need to turn my ringer off

Ain't a f**kin' sing along

Unless you brought the w**d along

That Kush okay I got that Kush

Cop pounds and put my people on

We can take the stairs up to the stars

That's where we belong

F**k that sh*t you talk I beat that p**sy like production

Or like Rocky beat the Russian

Or like Jordan beat the buzzer

n****r gimme what you've got take that money like an usher

One man band all you hear is repercussion

Told a b**ch too much self gonna lead to self destruction

She looked me in my eyes and said

n****r I ain't worried bout nothing'

I said Shorty you a beast

I love bad b**ches ok what's the problem

If she thinks she gonna come up then Imma f**kin' drown her

I'm wilding in public schools and public housing

Can't afford failure I'm just browsing uh

I was 15 with 100 000

And if you talk trash Imma f**kin' possum

And ni**a if your b**ch got eye problem

You know what it is armed robbery

Don't you

I heard'em tell me go get'em young

I haven't seen a movie since I started living one

I'll be in a room full of b**ches getting drunk

Smoking like a point guard no look passing blunts

F**k you talking bout Euro this and that

Wanna walk in these shoes

Have the outfit to match

And niggers scheming on what I had

But we gonna put money in the bag

Or a body in the bag you choose

And all these new b**ches old news

Throwing stacks at'em like that's probably gonna bruise

And every dream girl that I f**ked came true

Now every night feels like déjà-vu

And the hating's no use

She ain't waiting on you

I tell a baby tell yo man

To kick rocks with no shoes

And I murder that p**sy

And I ain't leave a clue

Cause I put her on her knees

And made her swallow all the proof

That sick sh*t a mill

Yeah I'm a f**kin' problem

I'm fine with it though

B**ches like f**kin' problems

And I can't solve sh*t if I'm the f**king problem

Just know I got'em

Let me know if there's a f**kin' problem

Out the city but you can't take the city out'em

I know these hoes well

See the water spitting out'em

Long story short money always colorblind them

She blew the team for some red bottoms

Euro

I love bad b**ches that's my f**kin' problem

Had a few ugly b**ches but I had to hide'em

Can't live with'em can't live without'em

Put her a** on abreast she a supermodel

If you swallow these kids do they make a child

Now she say I got a f**king problem

Because I f**ked the ones and gave a f**k about'em

Her hair blowing out like the 80s

All these b**ches crazy mental asylum should pay me

I ain't looking for a lady call a Smith to get you hitched

I ain't looking for a wife I need a one night trick

Karate like that suck it like this

He did from the back in the back of the wheel

I'm a Mac I'm a pimp girl

You ain't need make up with this mac on your lips

She trying to edge 5 beefing with her ex man

Baby I'm a dog and a DMX fan

Told myself I wouldn't miss with my X again

Bought the little X then I bought the X flame

I keep it too real to ever be a lame

Too many girls in this world

Y'all be lame

She all on my d**k cause I got street fame

Tell that thirsty a** b**ch don't speak my name

Kidd Kidd tell them don't worry bout me I'm just fine

Girl if you're coming with me then let's

I know you want money so don't waste my time

With that a** so f**king till we pass out

F**k the hotel we going to my man's house

Scratch that your baby mama was an M tray

We treat that p**sy like that good we done passed that yet

To my niggers she f**k my niggers bout some b**ches

She was witty until she wasn't

She did it she let you lick it

Stupid a** n****r try and fall in love