42 Dugg Can’t Complain Lyrics, Can’t Complain Lyrics by 42 Dugg (feat. REAPER)
Young turnt n**** volume 3, 4, 5 bitch
For the 6, bitch
Can’t be fucked with at all (Dugg)
Pop my back
We be like fuck it I rap
Mel like fuck it I’m next
‘Cause what’s good
Really mean thug what’s good
Rich young n**** 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 bitch
No bitch can come between mine, 4 gang
Still bang
Please act crazy bitch and get naked
I drive crazy bitch ’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’ll spend a dub
Show no love I don’t give no fucks
I don’t do no kiddin’, that’s on my n****
We ride 6’s tee tah
Rich young n**** from the east side
Which one of y’all n***** 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 ___ Man to chop on the 6
Get the za for the cheap
Get the drop imma spin
Free my n**** 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 print it, Lil boy imma get it
Can’t be fucked with
We the turntest in the city
Switches on the glock, but the chop got titties
Run a striker out, now it’s time to get busy
Heard some n***** plottin’, come try to get finished
Get 1 block head and turn it into 2
This — time imma leave a n***** room
Spent a hundred thousand on the jewels
Can’t pour less than a deuce
Boy I won’t drop shit with a 5
Them other n***** up and died
Please cross the line, put 10 on a n****
Tap 10, make a friend, do a n**** or die
Only friends anyway
Dugg bag getting to the pay
Dugg got bitches in the A
Dugg got a bitch with a drake
She let it blow and I’ll 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 n***** wanna beef on the phone
Yeah I get it
Bad bitches 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**** say the amount, know how it make me feel
Called off stressin’, my n**** 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 cheating
Get the fuck on, nah I don’t trust hoes
Still with the custos, made me rich
Still sippin’ _____, made me sick
From the third to the fifth, I done moved 2 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 n***** 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 bitch had two buffs
Ex bitch had two trucks
Fuck wrong with these n*****
I’m gone