Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Complain, artist - 42 Dugg. Date of issue: 24.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Can't Complain |
| Volume |
| 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 |