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kevin gates - complaining lyrics

[spoken intro]

[intro: rico love]
sweetheart, let me make you understand something
these b-tch always gonna have a problem with you
for one you bad as a motherf-cker
for two, your n-gga have money

[verse 1: kevin gates]
keke and te-te got dreka and ri-ri
my theme song on repeat, mesha she a rider
throwing d-ck inside her
no baby phat no bebe
isabel marant, emilio pucci, christian louboutin
sara operated careless
mouth on me she do it wrong
tonya get on top of me, probably while blowing strong
excuse me, meant to say a+
f-ck up her hair and makeup
in her deep, she go to sleep
and when i leave she don’t wake up

[hook: rico love & (kevin gates)]
when i walk in with that bag
she know it’s gon’ be raining
spending all that paper, it’s a d-mn shame ain’t it?
my little mama bad
outfit look like it’s painted
when i threw that money up them hoes fainted
(them b-tches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining
them b-tches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining
them b-tches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining
i buy her what she want and the world can’t understand it
them b-tches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining
my ho ain’t complaining)

[verse 2: kevin gates]
cocaine aston martin, i just bought that (i been scared to drive it)
my p.o. find out he probably ask me “how the f-ck you buy it?”
pull into the club with a bag full of bands (scurr) and a maserati
pants sagging, got it raining, her body painted
all the b-tches turn they nose up, no my ho she’s not complaining
spend a night with me vacation taken never make it famous
head back to my trap, pull up in that mercedes
say she feel it in her stomach, grip her waist, she making faces

[hook: rico love & kevin gates]
when i walk in with that bag
she know it’s gon’ be raining
spending all that paper, it’s a d-mn shame ain’t it?
my little mama bad
outfit look like it’s painted
when i threw that money up them hoes fainted
them b-tches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining
them b-tches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining
them b-tches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining
i buy her what she want and the world can’t understand it
them b-tches mad, but my ho ain’t complaining
my ho ain’t complaining

[verse 3: kevin gates]
ice melting, champagne bottles
white sand around me, pay to watch her
bad b-tches in two-pieces your dame out here, wanna mainline her
i stay grinding, i can’t stop it need eight commas my strap on me
no seat-belt, make it spray, m-i-a, yeah he felt it
big nuts with a lot of heart and a foreign car with a foreign broad
no rest and relaxation all my keys probably say “r&r”
back to jail with this pistol then that might make me a falling star

- kevin gates lyrics

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