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(x2)
Cold in Boston, jewelry awesome
Bitch, I need my money, that's to mother.
You don't cut the damn check, I'm finna that shit
No love, I'm finna take shit

(Verse 1)
Got so honor, thats why I get fucked over
Sitting right on the stove, thinking about
Cooking up, you up, and I ain't talking about folgers
never sold a rock, I'm just bringing you closer.
My back against the wall, my friends
They wanna ask for my number, let me see face
Why you say you love me, when you my fame
You ain't never had a dad, so you that game
You ain't had a mom, so you got no love
Thinking to your past, it was so fucked up.
Fast forward to the time your boy lucked up
Record deal out the hood, nigga heard of
When you hot wanna suck your dick
When you down everybody wanna your bitch
you sick, everybody glad to see you suffer
Thats when I keep the nine tucked on I'm Ed Lover you fucking bitch!

You feel me? I that nine, come on son I'm Ed Lover

(Verse 2)
Plan to think, to plan
Three strikes in the jail its a my man.
Cold nights in Boston, awesome
to my life, every day been costing
You dont got a jet, man Jay I'm proud you got it
Bought my mom a house cause I damn got it
A lot of sneak diss, bet you niggers is pussy
When I say I play with toys, I talking about woody.
More things in my house pull ya whole back
you walk with them peacoat and a small black bag
No time for guesses, when I do I flake
Its no in my clique, only dimes with cake
Its no money in the kitchen, but they paint picture
Taking for you boys cause it's just that realer
Any time I call it shot, I can do it
no love in the jects only guns and hell

BASEDGOD

Playing toys I talking about woody, mother fucker

BASEDGOD

Once again imma cough I'm so sick!

(x2)

Shouts out to the Beantown
whatup
New whatup
New York
whatup
Cincinatti
Ohio it do
Arkansas
North Carolina
whatup
Maine

Nights In Boston

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