Nas - The Black Bond lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - The Black Bond lyrics]
I pull a string on the lamp and shit darkens
I'm living in an elegant Moroccan apartment
Proletarian chicks sparking
Convo weak and I don't really
Care for her jargon
Balcony is windy, looking at the stars and
Alky on the Henny, woozy in the head
Wobbling gucci pillow on the bed
While she giving nogging
Listening and tripping off the Maxwell album
Thinking I should leave to a European island
Bristol and Spain, bring a book about Stalin
Dinner serenaded with a violin
But shorty not qualified to be took
To that kind of outing
Gotta be a fly bitch to
Hang around that fly shit
Fine dining Olive Garden
Nah bitch, Nas is in the real deal
Food spots on the constant
Pick the right wine, a Chianti to wash it
Lifestyle encompasses top notch watches
Rolexes, synonymous shit I'm copping
Ask her has she been around duffle bags
Full of that fuck you cash
Get off the jet with me in heels
I'll cup your ass
Looking in my eyes saying "Nas
You're one lucky bastard" grip your clutch
You'll get finger fucked in the passenger
I hit the dutch, blow smoke out
Music and laughter
See us in the coupe flying past ya
Esco, dress code, it changes
Harrods in England
Back to the star spangled labels
In my closet hanging
Counting wonder in the Tundra
Get humbled or disgruntled when
I come through, confront ya
Let nothing slide, sly remarks
You must wanna die but you fronting
Why? When we all know you pumpkin pie
When we in the bus we
Fly better shit than Emirates
To Dubai, to the Chi, I'm a crucial conflict
Heaven sent, cause a storm
Typhoon flood you out
You are what a thug about
I'm a fucking juggernaut
Never sleep, never tire
Keep a freak I tie up
Who don't speak, she quiet
So I can think, conspire
On my feet's a, and sometimes sneakers
Wear ties at the Setai Miami
Time-pieces are from Zurich
It’s like I'm allergic, to Nonoxynol 9
Give it to you raw so you can feel it
I'm living in an elegant Moroccan apartment
Proletarian chicks sparking
Convo weak and I don't really
Care for her jargon
Balcony is windy, looking at the stars and
Alky on the Henny, woozy in the head
Wobbling gucci pillow on the bed
While she giving nogging
Listening and tripping off the Maxwell album
Thinking I should leave to a European island
Bristol and Spain, bring a book about Stalin
Dinner serenaded with a violin
But shorty not qualified to be took
To that kind of outing
Gotta be a fly bitch to
Hang around that fly shit
Fine dining Olive Garden
Nah bitch, Nas is in the real deal
Food spots on the constant
Pick the right wine, a Chianti to wash it
Lifestyle encompasses top notch watches
Rolexes, synonymous shit I'm copping
Ask her has she been around duffle bags
Full of that fuck you cash
Get off the jet with me in heels
I'll cup your ass
Looking in my eyes saying "Nas
You're one lucky bastard" grip your clutch
You'll get finger fucked in the passenger
I hit the dutch, blow smoke out
Music and laughter
See us in the coupe flying past ya
Esco, dress code, it changes
Harrods in England
Back to the star spangled labels
In my closet hanging
Counting wonder in the Tundra
Get humbled or disgruntled when
I come through, confront ya
Let nothing slide, sly remarks
You must wanna die but you fronting
Why? When we all know you pumpkin pie
When we in the bus we
Fly better shit than Emirates
To Dubai, to the Chi, I'm a crucial conflict
Heaven sent, cause a storm
Typhoon flood you out
You are what a thug about
I'm a fucking juggernaut
Never sleep, never tire
Keep a freak I tie up
Who don't speak, she quiet
So I can think, conspire
On my feet's a, and sometimes sneakers
Wear ties at the Setai Miami
Time-pieces are from Zurich
It’s like I'm allergic, to Nonoxynol 9
Give it to you raw so you can feel it