Fuckin’ Problems - Intellectual

[Intro: Timothy DeLaGhetto]

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 (Mmm)

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?

Merry Christmas!