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The Black Bond Lyrics

[Verse 1: Nas]
I pull a string on a lamp and s*** darkens
I'm living in an elegant Moroccan apartment
Proletarian chicks sparkin
Convo weak, and I don't really care for her jargon
Balcony is windy, looking at the stars and
I be on the Henny woozy in the head, wobblin
Gucci pillow on the bed while she giving noggin
Listening and tripping off the Maxwell album
Thinking I should leave to a European island
Bristol(?) or Spain I'll bring a book about Stalin
Then I'm serenaded with the violin
But shorty not qualified to be took to that kind of outing
Gotta be a fly b**** to hang around that fly s***
Fine dining, Olive Garden
Nah b****, 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 s*** I'm coppin
Ask her has she been around duffle bags
Full of that f*** you cash
Get off the jet with me in heels, I'll cup your a**
Lookin in my eyes sayin "Nas, you one lucky b******"
Grip your clutch, you get finger f***** in the passenger
Hit the Dutch, I blow smoke out, music and laughter
See us in the coupe flying past ya

[Verse 2: Nas]
Esco, dress code, it changes
Herrod's in England
Back to the star spangled labels in my closet hanging
Counting wonder(?) in the tundra
Can't humble (?) the disgruntled when I come through, confront ya
Let nothing slide, sly remarks
You must wanna die, but you frontin wild
When we all know you pumpkin pie
When we in the bus(?) we fly better s*** 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 f***** 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
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Verse 1:
I pull a string on the lamp, that s*** darkens
I'm livin' in an elegant Moroccan apartment
Proletarian chicks sparkin'
Convo weak, and I don't really care for her jargon
Balcony is windy, lookin' at the stars and
I be in the Henny, woozy in the head, wobblin'
Gucci pillow on the bed, while she givin' noggin
Listenin' and trippin' off the Maxwell album
Thinkin' I should leave to a European island
(Bristol?) Spain, bring a book about stylin'
Dinner serenaded with a violin
But shorty not qualified to be took to that kind of outing
Gotta be a fly b**** to hang around that fly s***
Fine dining Olive Garden, naw b****, 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 anonymous s*** I'm coppin'
Ask her has she been around duffle bags full of that "f*** you cash"
Get off the jet with me in heels, I'll cup your a**
Looking in my eyes, saying "Nas you're one lucky b******"
Grip your clutch, you'll get finger f***** in the passenger
I hit the dutch, blow smoke out, music and laughter
See us in the coupe flyin' past ya
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