JESSE-V - f**ing problem remix lyrics

[Course:JESSE-V] I love fat b**hes, that's a fat problem And yeah they like to eat, I got a f**ing budget I love fat b**hes, that's a fat f**ing problem And yeah they like to eat I got a f**ing budget I love fat b**hes, that's my f**ing problem And yeah they like to f**, thats a f**ing problem If finding somebody big is your f**ing problem Bring your mom to the crib maybe she can solve it [Verse1:bri shotta] Hold up, b**hes sitting down Eating hella large, b**h feed it to me now Make that greese pop like bacon on a pot Ooh baby like it raw with the wasbi sushi ya, huh A$AP fat like me Never met a motherf**er who eat like me All these motherf**ers can't dress like me Put the cream to your coffee , make you sweet like Tea Cause I'm the boss, like biggie smalls, like how you ricky ross? Getting tenders and f**in' chickens, she rolling twixes Brought her biscuits, I brought my texas, they getting bent up off the sause She love my danish, I let her lick it They say b**hes make a n***a act childish But least my momma make my sandwiches I be eating large like I be f**ing starved Take a fat b**h out, have her eating toys, feast [Course:JESSE-V] I love fat b**hes, that's a fat problem And yeah they like to eat, I got a f**ing budget I love fat b**hes, that's a fat f**ing problem And yeah they like to eat I got a f**ing budget I love fat b**hes, that's my f**ing problem And yeah they like to f**, thats a f**ing problem If finding somebody big is your f**ing problem Bring your mom to the crib maybe she can solve it [Verse2:JESSE-V] Ooh, I know you love it when the beans is on Make you think about all of the chickens you've been s**in' on Make me think about all of the crackers I've been eatiin' on Got the feedin' that's the same diet that iv cheatin' on, oh word? Ain't made my food? Who im beatin' on? You should cook out and have a f**in' eat-along Ain't a f**in' bring-along 'less you brought the seeds along Then ju.. (Okay, I got it) Then just drop down and get yo' throw up on Or we can stir up the soup and put the sprinkles on All that sh** you eatin' 'bout to start up in rescission I will stay to get it bigger, I don't pay for no taxes If it's comin' from a pigen I don't know, then I don't trust it If you comin' for my bread, then motherf**er get to bustin' Yes Lord, I don't really say this often But this long thick n***a ain't for the long f**in', I feast [Course:bri shotta] I love fat b**hes, that's a fat problem And yeah they like to eat, I got a f**ing budget I love fat b**hes, that's a fat f**ing problem And yeah they like to eat I got a f**ing budget I love fat b**hes, that's my f**ing problem And yeah they like to f**, thats a f**ing problem If finding somebody big is your f**ing problem Bring your mom to the crib maybe she can solve it [Verse3:bri shotta] Yeah ho, this the fryer My pep steak turn into a pep drank Say she from the hood but she live inside in the alley now Baby-back in McDonalds, then she goin' back to salad, mmm Got your girll on my line, steak on my plate The irony, I eat em at the same damn time She cooking for me like a got kids n***a don't Girl, I know you want this sh**-- Girl, I'm Kendrick try-more AKA beanz is to me just a food That mean your fiends need be up to part See my standards are pampers by 3 something tomorrow, mmm k** em all dead bodies in the hallway Don't get caught, listen what the 8 ball say Captain crunch, hallelujah Holla back I'll eat ya, feast