[Boston George]
Track Sounds
Yeah
Extra
These big boy diamonds we got on, nigga
This ain't no shit you go buy in one day unless you hit the lottery, nigga
Or get drafted, ya dig?
Yeah
They come from years of ballin', nigga
Years of gettin' that motherfuckin' money
Me and Thug been killin' shit
North side shit, ya dig?
Valets and everything
[Boston George]
This motherfuckin' car drivin' me to Palace (Palace)
And this ice around my neck, it look like some I'd rock (Yeah)
And my group is so exclusive, you need bigger pockets (Pockets)
And the way we shine, you can keep the paparazzi (Hah)
When we walk inside the bitch, they be like, "Who is that?" (Who is that?)
Soon as we step inside that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" (Who is that?)
Soon as I walk up in that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" (Who is that?)
Soon as we step inside that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" (Who is that?)
My diamonds so chunky, feel like ten pounds (Heavy)
Big pistol in my pocket, got a hundred rounds (B-r-r-rah)
Every car in my garage costs at least a hundred (Ayy)
Hundred bad bitches with me everywhere I'm comin' (Let's go)
Been about twenty years I been rockin' Rollies (Shinin')
If you think I'm stuntin' now, you don't know the old me (Thugga)
Had this chain ten years, shit still killin' (Thugga)
Ten karat solitare, an incredible feelin' (Thugga)
White tee and some chucks, still a walkin' million (Huh)
All my tint rose, used to go to jail for stealin' (Boss life)
When we pull up, them hoes be like, "Who's that?" (Who is that?)
Big Bad Boston and big Thugga, the mack (Ayy), huh
[Boston George]
This motherfuckin' car drivin' me to Palace (Palace)
And this ice around my neck, it look like some I'd rock (Yeah)
And my group is so exclusive, you need bigger pockets (Pockets)
And the way we shine, you can keep the paparazzi (Hah)
When we walk inside the bitch, they be like, "Who is that?" (Who is that?)
Soon as we step inside that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" (Who is that?)
Soon as I walk up in that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" (Who is that?)
Soon as we step inside that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" (Who is that?)
[Boston George]
This motherfuckin' wrist, it cost me four bricks (Ooh)
Shit, it Boston, get money, nigga, no shit (No shit)
Greenspoint god, I'm a fuckin' legend (Boss)
Made Ms in the trenches with nothin' but felons (Nothin')
Copped my first Lamb, nigga, when I was twenty-five (Skrt)
Back when you couldn't cop a yam for less than twenty-five (Less than twenty-five)
In my city, everybody know I been a boss (Swear)
Me and Thugga snatch your bitch and take her to the north (North)
Big Bad Boston, love flexin' and flossin'
Fuck up the club and leave, bust that pistol we're totin'
Been gettin' money, so it's stacked up
Boss life, HDSG, that's us, yeah
[Boston George]
This motherfuckin' car drivin' me to Palace (Palace)
And this ice around my neck, it look like some I'd rock (Yeah)
And my group is so exclusive, you need bigger pockets (Pockets)
And the way we shine, you can keep the paparazzi (Hah)
When we walk inside the bitch, they be like, "Who is that?" (Who is that?)
Soon as we step inside that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" (Who is that?)
Soon as I walk up in that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" (Who is that?)
Soon as we step inside that bitch, they be like "Who is that?" (Who is that?)
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