BOSTON Lyrics – HIT-BOY

Read the full BOSTON lyrics by HIT-BOY along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Hit Boy’s music, you can also explore $.H.I.T and Never In My Whole Lifetime, two other songs by Hit Boy.

My bills, ,000 a month, okay
Sat down, hike, I’m running through
40-yard play on the field, I ain’t fumble you
I punish you, I make money moves

Got 100 grooves, I need more than my ego strok
ot too much to drink in this red cup
Little (??), I don’t need no more
Hoes broke, they like smoking Friday, going through clothes
You (??) should have started finding Nemo
‘Cause you need more hoes

They not around with a CL
I’m at heat, throw ready to go
I might pull down Chevy on spokes
Take the whole thing, just don’t choke (??)

I’m in the middle of the mountains with the hoe
We playing house
I should have sang in a Stylistics (??)
I got aund style, stupid crazy, dummy, pow

Baddies out in Boston, I get Celtics money
I learned from all my losses
I’m in traffic on the way home, I’m F to creat

It’s 12 a.m., she want the sausage
That’s a hot link, combo with the soft drink
But we never coming soft

Half a mill, say she can’t turn it off
New York (??) even saying Sunday night, Sunday nice
Benny and Freddy beefing, I still flip one-way flight
I met her Sunday morning, hit her Sunday night

Yeah, she runway fine
Don K, that’s my slime

Don’t try to dab me up

Half a mill, 26