Boston lyrics

Leek That's Fye Right There

They think they run the city (n*gga), we run the town
Her ass ain't real I bought it, stupid drip n*gga go check the closet
Lacoste so you know this sh*t cost me
Real boss b*tch, so she act bossy
Blue teeth, yeah, peep out the (?)
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Boston Celtics
Kevin Garnet in his prime, no rollie ain't doin' no time
I'm burning out every time, (?) flow
Now like them other guys
Can't do 9 to 5, you livin' your life in the skies
Stop feeding them people them lies, that sh*t be cap!

That sh*t get you took off the map!
They turnt, I'm clutchin' my strap
I'm a pastor, a preacher, but really I think he misleading cuz lately I'm actin' a demon
Saw 22 I read it, they checkin' they fiendin', I'm skippin' the school to go serve
I don't ride a Suburban, vocab crazy I get it from Urban
Poken' them houses early, now I'm in the house and I'm lurking
Ion do percs, I'm purgin'

They think they run the city (n*gga), we run the town
Her ass ain't real I bought it, stupid drip n*gga go check the closet
Lacoste so you know this sh*t cost me
Real boss b*tch, so she act bossy
Blue teeth, yeah, peep (?)
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Boston Celtics
33 shots Larry Bird, n*gga killed, who ain't heard?
Got more shooters than the Spurs
n*gga I'm bolder than bold, I don't walk all through the first
(?) that him on the first, the junkies they shop on the first
Mamma got racks in her purse
He came to come spin and got put on a shirt, now he gettin' covered with dirt
Au-Au-Au-Au-Au-Au-Au-Adios!
f*ck nig I'm saying goodbye, at least that young n*gga tried
Same ol' shooters they die, all of them put in the sky, beefin' with me you can't hide
Cuz all my n*ggas outside
Damn I - think I - lost my - f*cking - mind!
They think they run the city (n*gga), we run the town
Her ass ain't real I bought it, stupid drip n*gga go check the closet
Lacoste so you know this sh*t cost me
Real boss b*tch, so she act bossy
Blue teeth, yeah, peep (?)
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Boston