Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Black Bond, artist - Nas. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Black Bond |
| 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 |