Can’t Complain Lyrics – 42 Dugg
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Young Turnt *** volume 3, 4, 5 ***
Free the 6, ***
Can’t be *** with at all (Yeah)
Pop my back, we be like “*** it, I rap”
Mel like “*** it, I’m next”
Cuh what’s good? Really mean, thug what’s good?
Rich young *** from the hood, I don’t flash no paper
Just spent twenty on bae, funny ’cause she love her ex
Sike I’m lyin, I don’t really love no ***
No *** can come between mine and 4 Gang
Still bangin’, please act crazy *** and get naked
I drive crazy ***, ’cause I’m crazy
Count up a million cash with my babies
Can’t no money get you in that club
Just on a five, I spend a dub
Show no love I don’t give no ***
I don’t do no kiddin’, that’s on my ***
We ride six deep down
Rich young *** from the east side
Which one of y’all niggas *** with me?
Put the *** down back, ***’ with the ***
Movin dog food, ***, state to state
Everything good, I can’t complain
Red eye, red *** man to chop on the six
Get the za for the cheap, get the drop, I’ma spin
Free my *** Woo, need to let him out the feds
I don’t wanna ***, how much you want for the head?
I done lost count how many times I done slid
We don’t shut our cars, we hop out sprayin’
Long as they pray the lil’ boy I’ma get it
Can’t be *** with, we the turntest in the city
Switches on the Glock but the chop got ***
Run a [?] now it’s time to get busy
Heard some niggas plottin’, come try and get finished
Get one block hit and turn it into two
This tough side, I’ma leave a *** room
Spent a hundred thou’ on the jewels
Can’t pull less than a deuce
Boy, I won’t drop *** with a five
These my only niggas that ain’t died
Please cross the line, put ten on a ***, tap ten
Make a friend do ***, or die, only friends anyway
Dugg be gettin’ to the pay
Dugg got *** in the A
Dugg got a *** with a Drac’
She let it blow when I’ll say, say, say
*** blow, still ain’t hittin’ my ***
Still ain’t concealin’ my pole
*** what they on
There ain’t no shootin’ when I’m home
But niggas wanna beef on the phone
Yeah, I get it, bad *** with me, big ass, big ***
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
Niggas say that I’m out, no, I make me feel
Caught home stressin’, my niggas in jail
Scooter not here, Neff not neither
I let a *** go before she think I need her
I’ll leave a *** lone before a *** start cheatin’
Get the *** on, nah, I don’t trust hoes
Still with the custos, made me rich
Still sippin’ wock, *** made me sick
From the third to the fifth, I done moved two bricks
I ain’t heard about ***, who the *** is you?
Hundred for a show and I still move blues
***
*** wrong with these niggas and these hoes?
I ain’t know no fightin’, put cheese on you, yeah
You know bro, bought him a new truck, yeah
We don’t do bodies, we don’t do buffs, yeah
And my ex *** had two buffs, ex *** had two trucks
*** wrong with these niggas
I’m gone