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42 dugg – can’t complain lyrics

[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

- 42 dugg lyrics

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