Lil' B - Cold Nights In Boston Lyrics

[Chorus: x2]
Cold nights in Boston, jewelry awesome
Bitch, I need my money, that's word to mother.
Yow, cut the damn check, I'm gonna make that shit
No love I [?] to take that shit!

Got so much on this, why get f*cked over
Sitting right on the stove, thinking about [?]
Cooking out, wake you up, and I ain't talking about vultures
Ain't never saw the rock, I'm just bringing you closer.
My back against the wall, my French perfect
They wanna ask for my number, let me see your face
How you say you love me, when you love my fame
You ain't never had a dad, so you play that game
You ain't never had a mom, so you got no love
Thinking back to your past, so is so f*cked up.
Fast forward to the time that your boy locked up
Break a deal out the hood, nigger never heard of
When you hide everybody, nigger wanna suck your dick
When you done everybody, wanna f*ck your bitch
When you sick, everybody glad to see you suffer
This when I keep the [?] come on, I made love with you f*cking bitch!
You felt me? I keep that nine, come on son I'm [?]

[Chorus:]
Cold nights in Boston, jewelry awesome
Bitch, I need my money, that's word to mother.
Yow, cut the damn check, I'm gonna make that shit
No love I I'm here to take that shit!

Plan to think, think to plan
Three strikes in the jail to surround my man.
Cold nights in Boston, jewelry awesome
Metaphor to my life, every day being [?]
You ain't got a private jet, [?] I'm proud you got it
Bought my mom a house [?]
A lot of rappers [?] bitch you niggers is pussy
When I say I play with toys, I ain't talking about woody.
More things in my house [?]
When you walk with the [?]
No time for second guesses, when I do I flake
Is no suckers in my clique, only diems with [?]
Is no money in the kitchen, but they paint that picture
Taking lives for you boys cause it's just that real
Any time I call it son, I can do it myself
It's no love in the [?] only guns and hate.
[?] playing toys I ain't talking about woody, mother f*cker
[?] once again I'm a cough cause I'm so sick!

[Chorus: x2]
Cold nights in Boston, jewelry awesome
Bitch, I need my money, that's word to mother.
Yow, cut the damn check, I'm gonna make that shit
No love I I'm here to take that shit!