lirik lagu 42 dugg – can’t complain
[intro: 42 dugg]
volume
young turnt n~gga volume 3, 4, 5 b~tch
free the 6, b~tch
can’t be f~cked with at all (yeah)
[verse 1: 42 dugg]
pop my back, we be like “f~ck it, i rap”
mel like “f~ck it, i’m next”
cuh what’s good? really mean, thug what’s good?
rich young n~gga 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 b~tch
no b~tch can come between mine and 4 gang
still bangin’, please act crazy b~tch and get naked
i drive crazy b~tch, ’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 f~cks
i don’t do no kiddin’, that’s on my n~gga
we ride six deep down
rich young n~gga from the east side
which one of y’all n~ggas f~ck with me?
put the dope down back, f~ckin’ with the weed
[verse 2: reaper]
movin dog food, b~tch, state to state
everything good, i can’t complain
red eye, red k!ll man to chop on the six
get the za for the cheap, get the drop, i’ma spin
free my n~gga 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 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 f~cked with, we the turntest in the city
switches on the glock but the chop got titties
run a [?] now it’s time to get busy
heard some n~ggas plottin’, come try and get finished
get one block hit and turn it into two
this tough side, i’ma leave a n~gga room
spent a hundred thou’ on the jewels
can’t pull less than a deuce
[verse 3: 42 dugg]
boy, i won’t drop sh~t with a five
these my only n~ggas that ain’t died
please cross the line, put ten on a n~gga, tap ten
make a friend do n~gga, or die, only friends anyway
dugg be gettin’ to the pay
dugg got b~tches in the a
dugg got a b~tch with a drac’
she let it blow when i’ll say, 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~ggas wanna beef on the phone
yeah, i get it, bad b~tch with me, big ass, big titties
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~ggas say that i’m out, no, i make me feel
caught home stressin’, my n~ggas 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 cheatin’
get the f~ck on, nah, i don’t trust hoes
still with the custos, made me rich
still sippin’ wock, sh~t made me sick
from the third to the fifth, i done moved two 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
[outro: 42 dugg]
f~ck wrong with these n~ggas 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 b~tch had two buffs, ex b~tch had two trucks
f~ck wrong with these n~ggas
i’m gone
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