The Black Bond Lyrics / Paroles
But shorty not qualified to be took to that kind of outing
Gotta be a fly bitch to hang around that fly shit
? in Olive Garden ? Nas is
In the real deal, food spots on the constant
Pick the right wine - a Chianti - to wash it
Rolexes ? I'm coppin'
Ask her has she been around duffle bags full of that ? 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
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