Kevin Gates - Complaining lyrics
rate me(Intro: Rico Love)
Sweetheart, let me make ya understand sumethin'
These bitch always gonna have a problem wit ya
For one ya bad as a muthafucka
For 2 , yo nigga have money
(Verse: Kevin Gates)
Keke and Te-te got Dreka and Ri-ri
My theme song on repeat, Mesha she a rider
Throwin' dick 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 blowin' strong
Excuse me, meant to say A+
Fuck up her hair and makeup
In her deep, she go to sleep
And when I leave she don't wake up
(Hook: Rico Love and Kevin Gates)
When I walk in wit that bag
She know it's gon' be rainin'
Spendin' all that paper, it's a damn shame ain't it?
My little mama bad
Outfit look like it's painted
When I threw that money up them hoes fainted
(Them bitches mad, but my ho ain't complainin'
Them bitches mad, but my ho ain't complainin'
Them bitches mad, but my ho ain't complainin'
I buy her what she want and the world can't understand it
Them bitches mad, but my ho ain't complainin'
My ho ain't complainin')
(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 fuck ya buy it?"
Pull into the club wit a bag full of bands (Scurr) and a Maserati
Pants saggin', got it rainin', her body painted
All the bitches turn they nose up, no my ho she's not complainin'
Spend a night wit me vacation taken neva make it famous
Head back to my trap, pull up in that Mercedes
Say she feel it in her stomach, grip her waist, she makin' faces
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Kevin Gates)
Ice meltin', champagne bottles, white sand around me, pay to watch her
Bad bitches in two-pieces yo dame out here, wanna mainline her
I stay grindin', 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 wit a lotta heart and a foreign car wit a foreign broad
No rest and relaxation all my keys probably say RnR
Back to jail wit this pistol then that might make me a fallin' star
(Hook)
