Lyrical Breakdown of F**kin' Problems (feat. Drake, 2 Chainz & Kendrick Lamar) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "F**kin' Problems (feat. Drake, 2 Chainz & Kendrick Lamar)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "F**kin' Problems (feat. Drake, 2 Chainz & Kendrick Lamar)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$AP Rocky employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
  • Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to A$AP Rocky's narrative.

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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