(Intro)
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We da greatest ever nigga
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MMG, yea
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(Hook)
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I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
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And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
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I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
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And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
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I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
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And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
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If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
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Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
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(Verse)
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Here I come, there it goes
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As IĄ¯m rollin up the marijuana, we all know that itĄ¯s the boss
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As the bottle poppin tuckin bell and she wanna ball excedy luper
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I beat the cheddar here, baby girl with love but she kinda cute
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Better nigga gang bangin in the fountain blue (soo woo)
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Bambina and itĄ¯s brand new
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So shout out to the bitches, we done ran through
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True connoisseur carnivores, to the whores
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Yea you runnin with the flow, it wasnĄ¯t yours
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All the boys got dwella, itĄ¯s all go
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Stalley showed it to me first, now fast forward
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The landlord my influence is leavin jewish
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Need to get you some insurance to smoke the two inch
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They shoot a movie, pick a theater, run the crib
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And you know I got the pull, we get it in
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We get it in
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(Hook)
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I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
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And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
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I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
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And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
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I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
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And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
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If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
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Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
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(Verse)
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Speedin in my fast car
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Reminiscin on a girl that I last saw
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And how she cut wood like a hacksaw
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Wax on, wax off, man that ass soft
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Attached to my fitty but I get that kitten hatĄ¯s off
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I was jimmy strapped when I fell up in that cat, pause!
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All over my body
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Meowin for my youngin balls, had her head down
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Tails up like a coin toss, rollin up her body
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Stretchin like pilates, one tin Maserati
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Burnin down the highway, bringin on some moly
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Could this be love infatuation of the body?
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The fact is that IĄ¯m sloppy with my feelings and itĄ¯s got me
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Chasin love at 6 in the morning
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Horny as a dog in heat chasin after pony
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The streets is lonely but itĄ¯s just me in the stars
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Me and my thoughts, could it be me and the goddess?
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Well if I play my cards right
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Tarot cards on my dash board if they read right
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And lead me right back to my queen tonight
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Right?
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(Hook)
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I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
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And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
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I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
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And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
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I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
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And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
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If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
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Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
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FuckinĄ¯ Problems (Freestyle)
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| Rick Ross |
