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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 that

(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 talking about folgers
Ain't never sold a rock, I'm bringing you closer.
My against the wall, my friends perfect
wanna ask for my number, let me see your face
Why you say you me, when you love my fame
You ain't never had a dad, so you that game
You ain't never had a mom, so you got no
Thinking to your past, it was so fucked up.
Fast forward to the that your boy lucked up
Record deal out the hood, nigga heard of
When you hot everybody wanna your dick
When you down everybody wanna fuck bitch
you sick, everybody glad to see you suffer
Thats when I keep the nine tucked come on I'm Ed Lover you bitch!

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

(Verse 2)
Plan to think, think to
Three strikes in the jail its a my man.
Cold nights in Boston, awesome
Metaphor to my life, every day been
You got a private jet, man Jay I'm proud you got it
my mom a house cause I damn sure got it
A lot of sneak diss, bet you niggers is pussy
When I say I play with toys, I ain't talking woody.
More in my house pull ya whole coupe back
you walk with them peacoat and a small black bag
No for second 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 lives for you boys cause it's that realer
Any time I call it shot, I can do it
It's no love in the jects guns and hell

BASEDGOD

Playing toys I talking about woody, mother fucker

BASEDGOD

Once again imma cause I'm so sick!

(x2)

Shouts out to the Beantown
Boston
New whatup
New whatup
whatup
Cincinatti
what it do
Arkansas
North whatup
whatup
Maine

Cold In Boston

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