Lyrics:
Young nigga flexin he flossin
Came out the mud gettin
Green like it's Boston
Niggas gon envy
So I'm Crackin the can over that Nigga head like he
Go to Boston just like I'm Uncle Drew
Chill by the pool
Water be blue
Outfit on cue
That shit on point and its white
See your bitch she gone melt
in my head
and these women all loving my head
Eat any girl heart out
The pride of my Aztec ancestry
Yeah I'm Latino and I love my Raza
You keep
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
Visit Massachusetts
Boston's our little bean
Up here in Michigan
Lansing is worth a see
Hey it's Minnesota
Saint Paul's our capital
But
am I, Mr. do or die, run with the Taliban
Suit and tie, eating soup and pie, balling out the stands
Give a dang
Downtown Crossing, visit up in Boston
on
So fucking annoyed because I missed Goliath
Cause some kid said I was there then they caused a riot
Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound of fuckers tryna
Runnin with the wave get ya killed quick
But we don't no wave dump yo body in a lake bitch
Mid-West representer aint no ocean round my state trick
need to eat some soup
Hat Kentucky blue, but you know I'm goin' for a Duke Tell em I'm good, but say the opposite in the booth
Never been to Boston, but
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
call me, trick Swayze
Okay
In other news and other niggas hoes
Your wife taste like honey nut cheerios
I'm in the mirror like oh baby
Who needs
Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Hahaha
AK
I’m just chilling on the Beach
Drink in my hand
My phone is out of reach
Toes in the sand
Hahaha
bitch we got no space
Wavy like a sail boat
Fight night right by the rope
You wanna freestyle? I'm tryna stay free
Shots of Rose for the AP
Watch rocked
Wet ass pussy nigga dove in it
Went for a swim in it nigga Micheal phelp it
Lil bitch came with vikaden way from Boston
But she don't like the Celtics
I talk, incredible hulk
A green monster like Boston
This game I'm lost in
I'm from space, a Martian
The earth I'm caught in
My pen skills starting
star, now I'm the whole damn galaxy
Turning tables never turning towards me
How can you feel betrayed by defeat?
Scars on my arm trick my heart into
slipping by the police
Everybody tryna get so lean
They creep up like a nosebleed
I can be a one trick pony
But I woke up from a bad dream
Boy tried, don't
to push away the negativity, it almost left me paralyzed
Not gonna get brainwashed by culture vultures in lake laogai
The walking dead left your walk-ins
just a gift (what's your name?)
Too Short baby, don't need to trick
I give her what she want cause I'm a real player
Platinum after platinum, ask me
paid, I'll show you what a trick do
So you wanna be a freak, then throw that back
Look me in my eyes, tell me how you love that
Stick around, I'll show
Friday I'd had to slap the [ho]
The [bitch] got knocked up by Roscoe, and said that I'm the poppa though
In this game they got a name for this chick, who
dollar and we no deal with cowards
Weak lamb get devoured by the lion
In the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble
The weak fold and crumble,
high she keep asking me why
Won't say a word fore I tell you a lie
Been making this dough by my lonely it's fine
Rodeo Drive I'm enjoying the sunset
towards your mouth in it and then you may clean yourself
If you can't see the trick by now, then tag, you're it, but since you're 25... hold up, let's just
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