Tim Chantarangsu, Drake, 40 - Fuckin' Problems lyrics

Yeah here's a song about fucking

I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck
I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
(yeah) and yeah I like to fuck
I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck
I got a fucking problem

If finding somebody real is
Your fucking problem
(Uh) Bring your girl to the crib
Maybe we can solve it

I said hi my name is Tim and
I admit I got a sickness (Hi)
I might just be addicted to
Putting my dick in bitches (Ugh)
And I can turn it on
Baby I know where the switch is (yeah)
And I'ma tear it up girl
You gon' need some stitches
Ugh, and I ain't even trying
Every single week I'm on a plane- flying
Nosey people always trying to Snoop - Lion
You thinkin' it's the end
But it's not - Mayan
Money on my mind, but my mind is the gutter
And every time she see me
She just spread like butter (M-m-m)
So much under covers that I
Know we can discover she pop it like a molly
Got me asking for another (Woo)
But, I don't pop pills (Nope)
Don't drop E, but I do drop bills
(Make it rain)
Can't drop me, Timothy got skills
Drop that beat and the beat got killed
Beast!

I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck
I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
(yeah) and yeah I like to fuck
I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
(Weekly 16s) and yeah I like to fuck
I got a fucking problem (I mean monthly 16s)

If finding somebody real is
Your fucking problem (I mean yearly 16s)
(Uh) Bring your girl to the crib
Maybe we can solve it (Uhh)

Where the hoes at? Where the hoes at?
Where the hoes at? Merry Christmas!