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

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

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

(Verse 2)
Plan to think, to plan
Three in the jail its a wrap my man.
Cold in Boston, jewelry awesome
Metaphor to my life, every day costing
You dont got a jet, man Jay I'm proud you got it
Bought my mom a cause I damn sure got it
A lot of rappers diss, bet you niggers is pussy
When I say I with toys, I ain't talking about woody.
More things in my house ya whole coupe back
When you walk with them and a small black bag
No time for second guesses, I do I flake
Its no suckers in my clique, only with cake
Its no money in the kitchen, but they paint that
Taking lives for you boys cause it's just realer
Any I call it shot, I can do it myself
It's no love in the jects only and hell

VELLI

Playing toys I ain't talking about woody, mother

VELLI

Once imma cough cause I'm so sick!

(x2)

Shouts out to the Beantown
Boston
New whatup
New York
whatup
Cincinatti
Ohio it do
wassup
North whatup
whatup
Maine

Cold Nights In

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