Songtext zu 'Fuckin' Problems' von Lil Wayne

I love all my bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
A 2 dollar bill is still a couple dollars
And if any one of them niggas got a fuckin’ problem
I’mma milk all of ‘em, cause they fuckin’ cowards
I love red bitches, there’s just something ’bout ‘em
But I’m gettin’ better pussy from a brown one
Been schoolin’ y’all niggas, I’m your alma mater
I’m the shit, where the fly swatter?
Ooh, I know you dykin’, who you eatin’ on?

Make me think about all of the nights we got a threesome on
Make me think about how you suck it like ya teeth are gone
If your friends hatin’ on you, fuck ‘em
To each his own, yessir
I do my drugs then I sleep ‘em off
Like it just be callin’ me, I need to turn my ringer off
Ain’t a fuckin’ singalong unless you brought the weed along
That kush, okay I got it, that kush
Cop pounds and put my people on

We can take the stairs up to the stars, that’s where we belong
Fuck that shit you talk, I beat that pussy like production
Or like rocky beat the russian, or like jordan beat the buzzer
Nigga gimme what you’ve got, take that money like an usher
One man band, all you hear is repercussion
Told a bitch to myself is gonna lead to self destruction
She looked me in my eyes and said: “nigga, I ain’t worried ’bout nothin’”
I said: “shorty, you a beast”

I love bad bitches, okay what’s the problem?
If she thinks she gon’ come up then I’mma fuckin’ drown her
I’m wilder than public schools and public housing
Can’t afford failure, I’m just browsing
Uh, I was fifteen with a hundred thousand
And if you talk trash, I’mma fuckin’ possum
And nigga if your bitch got eye problem
You know what it is, armed robbery
Tunechi

Uh, I heard ‘em tell me: “go get ‘em young”
I haven’t seen a movie since I started livin’ one
I be in a room full of bitches gettin’ drunk
Smokin’ like a point guard, no look, passin’ blunts
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout €uro? This and that
Wanna walk in these shoes? Have the outfit to match
And niggas schemin’ on what I had
But we can put money in a bag or a body in a bag, you choose
And all these new bitches old news
Throwin’ stacks at ‘em like that’s prolly gon’ bruise

And every dream girl that I fucked came true
Now every night feels like deja vu
And the hatin’ is no use, she ain’t waitin’ on you
I tell the baby: “tell ya man to kick rocks with no shoes”
And I murdered that pussy, and I ain’t leave a clue
Cause I put her on her knees and made her swallow all the proof
Uh, that’s sick shit, I’m ill, yeah I’m a fuckin’ problem
I’m fine wit’ it though, bitches like fuckin’ problems
And I can’t solve shit if I’m the fuckin’ problem

Just know I got ‘em, let me know if there’s a fuckin’ problem
Out the city, but you can’t take the city out ‘em
I know these hoes well, see the water spittin’ out ‘em?
Long story short, money always color blind ‘em
She blew the team for some red bottoms
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I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
Had a few ugly bitches, but I had to hide ‘em
Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em
Can’t trust them hoes poking holes up in condoms

Put her ass on a brush, she a supermodel
If you swallow these kids, do that make you childish?
Now she say I got a fuckin’ problem
Because I fucked her once and gave a fuck about her
Her hair blown out like the 80s
I drive these bitches crazy, mental asylum, she’ll pay me
I ain’t looking for a lady, call was meant to get you hitch
I ain’t looking for a wife, I need a one night trick
That can ride it like that, suck it like this
Hit it from the back in the back of the whip
I’m a mac, I’m a pimp girl
You don’t need make up with a mac on your lips

She drive a x5, beefin’ with her ex man
Baby I’m a dog and a dmx fan
Told myself I wouldn’t mess with my ex again
Popped a lil’ x then I tried to explain
I keep it too real to ever be a lame
Too many girls in this world, y’all can be lame
She all on my dick cause I got street fame
Tell that thirsty ass bitch don’t speak my name
Kidd kidd, a nut from the 9
Tell ‘em: “don’t worry ’bout me, I’m just fine”

Girl if you comin’ with me then let’s ride
See I know you want money, so don’t waste my time
Uh, wear that ass out, fuck her till we pass out
Fuck a hotel, we goin’ to my mans house
Scratch that, your baby mama was an amp tray
We treat that pussy like some good weed and pass that yay
To my niggas, she fuck my niggas
Bought some bitches and she was wit’ it
With you she wasn’t, but she did it

She let you lick it, but never stick it
You be trippin’, you say you fallen’, nigga you slippin’
Uh, stupid ass nigga tryna fall in love
If I fall it’s gon’ be from too many drugs
You asking questions ’bout what she was
With the rida gang, she told you in the club
Hahaha