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Yeah, yeah
Uh
Yeah, uh
Human Made on me like P (yessir)
Waves don't need no grease (no sir)
Chains don't need no grease
No oil stains on me, no screech (screech)
Big old AK in my briefs
That bitch stay on me like jeans
Brand new Js ain't got no crease
My day-to-day fits be too clean (uh)
Beautiful whips, check out the handle, swish (woo)
Shooters gon' swoosh, hitters don't miss (woo)
Arya, just add a ton of y'all names to my list, bitch
Death wish, not to be messed wit', tested, quiz (quiz)
They shootin' shots, hittin' bricks
Niggas be testin' the kid
So many Raf in my crib
When I die, gotta leave that for my kids
Tatted my rib, A$AP on my ribs
Tellin' my jit that they daddy's a pimp
If I die, tell them they dad was legit
All of these hoes from my past, would be lucky to smash them again
I bag all they friends, 18 and plus
21 up, I'm Savage again (uh)
Put a stack on your wig like fashion
Look how he matchin' again, now that is a trend
I'm blastin', aim at your cabbage
Splat on your trench, the color of radish, yeah (uh)
Beautiful whips, check out the handle, swish (woo)
Shooters gon' swoosh, hitters don't miss (woo)
Arya, just added one of y'all names to my list, bitch (bitch)
Death wish (woo), not to be messed wit', tested, quiz (quiz)
They shootin' them shots
They still hittin' bricks
Niggas be testin' the kid
Yeah, yeah, they need jobs like Steve
I'm already on the iPhone 23
Was 16 with an M16, that bitch weigh on me like feet (nigga)
Green ain't have no seeds (no green)
Lean ain't need no sweets (no lean)
Bling all in my teeth, floss every day like it's my teeth (flossy)
Bae ain't need no fees (money), please don't make no scene (money)
Sleep over, don't lose sleep
Bitch, like "Please don't use your teeth"
Uh, chains don't need no grease, bikes ain't need no seats, uh
Tank on me like P (uh), that chrome thing on me lowkey (uh)
Bitch
Beautiful whips, check out the handle, swish (woo)
Shooters gon' swoosh, hitters don't miss (woo)
Arya just added one of y'all names to my list, bitch (woo, woo)
Death wish (woo), not to be messed wit', tested, quiz (quiz)
They shootin' them shots
They still hittin' bricks
Niggas be testin' the kid (uh)
Yeah, shout out to my nigga Hec', shout out to my nigga Nigo (yeah)
Y'know how we give it up, A$AP all day, nigga
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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
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
Hold up, bitches simmer down
Takin' hella long, bitch, give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a 9
Ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy-shimmy ya
Huh, A$AP, get like me
Never met a motherfucker fresh like me
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome, make you sweat like Keith
'Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure?
Gettin' figures and fuckin' bitches
She rollin' Swishers, brought her bitches
I brought my niggas, they gettin' bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a nigga act nigga-ish
But least a nigga nigga rich
I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a dyke bitch out, have her fuckin' boys, beast
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
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
Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leadin' on
Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feedin' on
Got a feelin' that's the same dudes that we speakin' on
Oh word? Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fuckin' read-along
Ain't a fuckin' sing-along 'less you brought the weed along
Then ju... (okay, I got it)
Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on
All that shit you talkin' 'bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin'
Yes, Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long-dick nigga ain't for the long talkin', I beast
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
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
Uh, yeah, ho, this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she from the hood, but she live inside in the valley, now
Vaca'd in Atlanta, then she goin' back to Cali, mmm
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony, I fuck 'em at the same damn time
She eyein' me like a nigga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this dick
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar
A.K.A. Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends-es need be up to par
See, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow
Mmm, kill 'em all, dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back, I'll do ya, beast
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
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, ay
Love is like problems, we all got 'em
A dark night, remember
The sunrise, surrender
There isn't any other way
There isn't any other way
Hands tied, remember
It's suicide to surrender
There isn't any other way
There isn't any other way
I have a one track mind
I have a one track mind
There is a method to the madness
To the madness
Gotta have a one track mind, ooh
The sex and lies, remember
Look in my eyes, surrender
There isn't any other way
There isn't any other way
Outta luck, outta time
Outta sight, I'm outta mind
Mind
I have a one track mind
I have a one track mind
There is a method to the madness
To the madness
Gotta have a one track mind, ooh
Rode around town, I made it official now
Think about you every now and again
Miss the times, spendin' days fucking with you, girl
On my downtime, locking in
Take a ride around downtown
I'm not in the rain time
Come alive in the night time
Wasn't the right state
Wasn't the right mind
Love is like problems
We all got 'em
How come when you stop poppin'
Everybody problems, 'come your problems
Let me cry about it
Ain't my problems
Ain't my fault, Mystikal, Silkk the Shocker
Heard it's only 30 seconds 'til Mars
And it took you even less just to get to my heart
I have a one track mind
Method to the madness
One track mind
Method to the madness
One track mind
Method to the madness
One track mind