Can't Complain (feat. Osi Mac)

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Loved by the baddest so I can't complain
Her ass the fattest, she ain't had to pay
All natural and so pretty the face
Yeah she a queen and slim be the waist
Plays hard to get yeah I'm loving the chase
Try not to sin, but she testing my faith
Hard not to win with the games that I play
Tryna stack racks up inside of my safe
Take the money to the grave nigga
My and my niggas spend different
Talkin stocks and they own business
We runnin' them options, receiving deposits
Deceiving our opps till they lower their caution
We keep our guard up, squadded up like Tekashi
Long hair like Ozzy
Driftin' through Lanez till I'm whippin a mazi
I'm feeling like Tory, backshots with a hottie
The only reason that we leaving the party
Might hit her friend if she throw me her body
Beating her box
Her bed making noises like Roddy
Too many bars, shit you might have to pause me
Menace like Riley
Tryna' 'cause riots like Huey
Might take your girl out the boonies
She say it's fun over here
This ain't her life but I show her it could be
She say she like me I'm bussin' a u-ey
And sending her back bitch this shit ain't the movies
My love don't come easy and that's how it should be
Own all my music, I won't let them Suge me
Probs on death row if they ever do book me
Killin' these nigga, how long it done took me
Loved by the baddest so I can't complain
Her ass the fattest, she ain't had to pay
All natural and so pretty the face
Yeah she a queen and slim be the waist
Plays hard to get yeah I'm loving the chase
Try not to sin, but she testing my faith
Hard not to win with the games that I play
Tryna stack racks up inside of my safe
Take the money to the grave nigga
I hang with goons nd Grave diggers
Fitty bitches wanna take a picture with a pretty nigga who got 8 figures
How you feel I trade for Bradley Beal and let yo momma buy you a casket
Me and yo hoe in Calabasas
And she wanna pay my taxes
Bands on my mind nd my heart up in safe
I ain't trippin on a hoe unless my momma in a Wraith
Every broke nigga got problems every day
But a Gucci headband make yo problems fadeaway
My dawg turnt the AK to a 401K
Now he in the 2 door lookin like Mase
Damn yo block got a lotta shit to say
Boi you better relocate
New gold fangs got me geeked
It get dangerous for me
If I end like curt cobain
Can't complain
Shit been sweet
That's cocaine on my feet
That's yo gang heard they weak
We take 50s
We take hunnids
All these millis make you Meek
Loved by the baddest so I can't complain
Her ass the fattest, she ain't had to pay
All natural and so pretty the face
Yeah she a queen and slim be the waist
Plays hard to get yeah I'm loving the chase
Try not to sin, but she testing my faith
Hard not to win with the games that I play
Tryna stack racks up inside of my safe

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