Can’t Complain Lyrics – 42 Dugg
Singer: 42 Dugg
Title: Can’t Complain
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Young turnt n#gg# volume 3, 4, 5 b#tch
For the 6
Can’t be f#cked with at all
Pop my back
We like f#ck it I rap
Mel like f#ck it I’m next
Cuz what’s good
Really mean thug what’s good
Rich young n#gg# from the hood
I don’t flash no paper
Just spent 20 on bae
Funny cause she love her ex
Sike I’m lyin
I don’t really love no b#tch
No b#tch can come between my 4 gang
Still bang
Please act crazy b#tch and get naked
I drive crazy b#tch cause I’m crazy
Countin up a million cash with my babies
Can’t no money get you in that club
Just on a 5 I spend a dub
Show no love I don’t give no f#cks
I don’t do no kiddin, that’s on my n#gg#
We ride 6 tee tah
Rich young n#gg# from the east side
Which one of y’all n#gg#s f#ck with me
Put the dope down, bag f#ckin with the weed
Movin [?] state to state
Everything good I can’t complain
Red eye red kill man to chop on the 6
Get the za for the chip, get the drop Imma spin
Free my n#gg# Woo, need to let him out the feds
I don’t wanna f#ck, how much you want for the head
I done lost count how many times I don slid
We don’t shut our cars, we hop out sprayin
As long as they print it lil boy Imma get it
Can’t be f#cked with, we the turntest in the city
Switches on the glock but the chop got t#tt#es
Run a striker out now it’s time to get busy
Heard some n#gg#s plottin, come try to get finished
Get one block head and turn it into 2
This [?] Imma leave a n#gg#s room
Spent a hundred thousand on the jewels
Can’t pull less than a deuce
Boy I won’t drop sh#t with a 5
We know these n#gg#s up and died
Please cross the line put 10 on a n#gg#
Tap 10 make a friend do n#gg# or die only friends anyway
Dug bag getting to the pay
Dug got b#tches in the A
Dug got a b#tch with a drake
She let it blow and I’ll say, say
b#tch blow
Still ain’t hittin my dope
Still ain’t concealin my pole
f#ck what they on
There ain’t no shootin when I’m home
But n#gg#s wanna beef on the phone
Yeah I get it
Bad b#tches with me
Big #ss big t#tt#es
I ain’t crashin out
At least not in my city
What’s the hatin about
Had my truck early
What’s the waitin about
I could cash anything
n#gg#s say that I’m out
No I make me feel
Caught out stressin
My n#gg#s in jail
Scooter not here
Neff not neither
I let a b#tch go before she think I need her
I’ll leave a b#tch lone before a b#tch start cheating
Get the f#ck on
Nah I don’t trust hoes
Still with the custos made me rich
Still [?] made me sick
From the third to the fifth
I done moved 2 bricks
I ain’t heard about sh#t
Who the f#ck is you
Hundred for a show
And I still move blues
b#tch
f#ck wrong with these n#gg#s and these hoes
I ain’t know no fightin
Put cheese on you, yeah
You know bought him a new truck, yeah
We don’t do [?]
We don’t do buffs, yeah
Hey my ex b#tch had two buffs
Ex b#tch had two trucks
f#ck wrong with these n#gg#s
I’m gone
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