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Can’t Complain
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42 Dugg
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Volume Young Turnt N***a volume 3, 4, 5 b*t*h Free the 6, b*t*h Can't be f**ked with at all (Duh) Pop my back, Ric be like "F**k it, I rap" Mel like "F**k it, I'm next" Cuh, what's good? Really mean, thug what's good? Rich young n***a from the hood, I don't flash no pape' Just spent twenty on bae, funny 'cause she love her ex Sike I'm lyin', I don't really love no b*t*h No b*t*h can come between mine and 4 Gang Still bangin', please act crazy, b*t*h, and get naked I drive crazy, b*t*h, '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**ks I don't do no kiddin', that's on my n***a We ride six deep down Rich young n***a from the east side Which one of y'all n***as f**k with me? Put the dope down back, f**kin' with the weed Movin' dog food, b*t*h, state to state Everything good, I can't complain Redeye, red kill, man to chop on the six Get the za for the cheap, get the drop, I'ma spin Free my n***a Woo, they need to let him out the feds I don't wanna f**k, 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**ked with, we the turntest in the city Switches on the Glock but the chop' got t**ties Ride a striker out, now it's time to get busy Heard some n***as plottin', come try and get finished Get one block, hit it, turned it into two This tough side, I'ma leave a n***a room Spent a hundred thou' on the jewels Can't pour less than a deuce Boy, I won't drop sh*t with a five These my only n***as that ain't died Please cross the line, put ten on a n***a, tap ten Make a friend do n***a, or die, only friends anyway Dugg be gettin' to the pape' Dugg got b*t*hes in the A Dugg got a b*t*h with a Drac' She let it blow when I'll say, say, say B*t*h blow, still ain't hittin' my dope Still ain't concealin' my pole, f**k what they on There ain't no shootin' when I'm home But n***as wanna beef on the phone Yeah, I get it, bad b*t*h with me, big a**, big t**ties 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***a, say the amount Know how it make me feel Called home stressin', my n***as in jail Scooter not here, Neff not neither I let a b*t*h go 'fore she think I need her I'll leave a b*t*h 'lone before a b*t*h start cheatin' Get the f**k 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**k is you? Hundred for a show and I still move blues, b*t*h F**k wrong with these n***as and these hoes? I ain't know no fightin', put cheese on you, yeah You know bro [?] came with new trucks, yeah We don't do bodies, we don't do buffs, yeah And my ex b*t*h had two buffs, ex b*t*h had two trucks F**k wrong with these n***as? I'm gone
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