Can't Complain - 42 Dugg, Reaper

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Young Turnt Nigga

volume 3, 4, 5 bitch

Free the 6, bitch

Can’t be fucked with at all (Yeah)

Pop my back, we be like «Fuck it, I rap»

Mel like «Fuck it, I’m next»

Cuh what’s good?

Really mean, thug what’s good?

Rich young nigga 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 bitch

No bitch can come between mine and 4 Gang

Still bangin', please act crazy bitch and get naked

I drive crazy bitch, '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 fucks

I don’t do no kiddin', that’s on my nigga

We ride six deep down

Rich young nigga from the east side

Which one of y’all niggas fuck with me?

Put the dope down back, fuckin' with the weed

Movin dog food, bitch, state to state

Everything good, I can’t complain

Red eye, red kill man to chop on the six

Get the za for the cheap, get the drop, I’ma spin

Free my nigga Woo, need to let him out the feds

I don’t wanna fuck, 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 fucked 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 niggas plottin', come try and get finished

Get one block hit and turn it into two

This tough side, I’ma leave a nigga room

Spent a hundred thou' on the jewels

Can’t pull less than a deuce

Boy, I won’t drop shit with a five

These my only niggas that ain’t died

Please cross the line, put ten on a nigga, tap ten

Make a friend do nigga, or die, only friends anyway

Dugg be gettin' to the pay

Dugg got bitches in the A

Dugg got a bitch with a Drac'

She let it blow when I’ll say, say, say

Bitch blow, still ain’t hittin' my dope

Still ain’t concealin' my pole

Fuck what they on

There ain’t no shootin' when I’m home

But niggas wanna beef on the phone

Yeah, I get it, bad bitch 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

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 bitch go before she think I need her

I’ll leave a bitch lone before a bitch start cheatin'

Get the fuck on, nah, I don’t trust hoes

Still with the custos, made me rich

Still sippin' wock, shit made me sick

From the third to the fifth, I done moved two bricks

I ain’t heard about shit, who the fuck is you?

Hundred for a show and I still move blues

Bitch

Fuck 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 bitch had two buffs, ex bitch had two trucks

Fuck wrong with these niggas

I’m gone