Lyrics Kevin McCall – Fucking Problem Cover

Hook:
I love bad bitches that my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that my fuckin problem

Verse:
I got 99 problems and they all bitches
Call the clique Columbine ’cause they all killin
No competition, but this election the model miss
Call the steer, cause the head game vicious
All I wish is that I had a swisher with marijuana
Faded off the usher, baby girl you make me wanna
Lick you from your neck to your ill nana
Taste so good your neck you wanna slap your mama,
Goddamn, I love,
That pussy popping, I’m throwing hunneds,
Like yeah
Like checkin is nothing
California show you niggas how to function
Scrap er with the ass and my leopard on time
They call me Frankie Roosevelt cause all the fuckers dying
Say you got a man and baby that’s fine
Yeah you got your name tatted but tonight that pussy mine
I go on and on and on and on yeah
I’m a feel this liquor in the morning
Both my chick you whip is foreign

Turn down, all the lights, I just set the mood
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
You wanna fly, take a ride
And I’ll take you higher than I
You belong in the sky, shining
Your beauty is forever like diamonds
Diamonds, oh oh

Shit goddamn, sexy motherfucker, let me take ya to the head
Take you to the crib, lay you in the bed
Wake up in the morning, fuck you good again

Hook:
I love bad bitches that my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches that my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I keep taking you niggas bitches, that’s my fucking problem
My nigga we could light it up if you tryina solve it