Nas - Another Black Girl Lost Music And Lyrics

Another Black Girl Lost Music And Lyrics by Nas

Nas - Another Black Girl Lost Lyrics

[chorus]
i’m pregnant, don’t know who the dad is
i’m happy but this shit’s the saddest
i’m maintaining still keeping my status
fuck what you haters say, my ass is still the fattest
roll with the baddest, my girl and gucci glasses
how could you pass this? your loss
but i aint trippin’, i’m still a boss
i won’t be another black girl lost
lost, lost, lost, lost, lost, lost
i won’t be another black girl lost

[nas - verse 1]
brown and beautiful, black and stunning, light and delicious
chocolate covered, strawberry kisses and cherry lipstick
very mystic, bald stitches her wig
kinky, curly or dread
goddess come grant my wishes
tantalising touch of succulent skin, we should wed
start off broke then stay together till we make it big
my queen is english so join the truth i can learn from you
never ike turner you but look what you tryna do like
get out of order you’re not a supporter of my dream
rich girl fantasy schemes, a good man she needs
but she young and she speeding honey, now whats the reason
you just met this nigga think you owe him a fucking threesome
so you lusting to have a baby by a denver nugget
you don’t love him you want security, baby you’re buggin’
financial liberty you’re after, it’s how you live
but the blood test shows, it’s not even his kid

[chorus]
i’m pregnant, don’t know who the dad is
i’m happy but this shit’s the saddest
i’m maintaining still keeping my status
fuck what you haters say my ass is still the fattest
roll with the baddest, my girl and gucci glasses
how could you pass this? your loss
but i aint trippin’, i’m still a boss
i won’t be another black girl lost

[nas]
ya lost (lost)
ya lost (lost)
she lost (lost)
black girl lost (lost)
i said she lost (lost)
ya loss (lost)
i love ya
(i won’t be another black girl lost)

Nas - The Don Music And Lyric

The Don Music And Lyric by Nas

Nas - The Don Lyrics

[intro: super cat]
super cat
new york girls dem are bad over we (4x)
nas the don (8x)
in a new york city (4x)

[verse 1]
yea….yea
smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle
hope i don’t catch a homo (homicide)
grossing our net
simultaneous making me climb higher heinous crimes behind me
search but can’t find me
fuck sadness
had this been you havin this lavish
habitual happiness at me you wouldn’t look backwards
you would have sex on condominium roof decks
so anyone move next
i’ll hit you with two techs
rocking roberto cavalli no shirt on convertible mazy
my columbiana mommy ridin beside me
every tat mean something, that’s my word on my body
i’ll have to lean something wit that mossberg shotty
my niggas is ignorant put lead in yo pigment
just for all the days y’all was mad i was getting it
in 97 the six
98 the bentley
now it’s the ghost phantom
and ya’ll can’t stand em but……

[hook]
nas the don (8x)
in a new york city (4x)

[verse 2]
army jacket swag army jacket green and black
wit the square top pocket that snaps
where the gas at?
pass that, not you
you hold crack where your ass at
i never did that, my sock where my stash was at
yo i used to listen to that red alert and rap attack
i fell in love with the poetry i mastered that
cuttin school with preme team at phat cat was at
future not crystal clear yet baccarat

now im the one that’s reppin queens way beyond your wildest dreams
bottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team
that long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans
20 years in this game lookin 17
i don’t lean: no codeine, promethazine
i just blow green pick which a bitch can bless the king
although he’s on to another chapter
heavy d gave this beat to salaam for me to rap to
blaaaah…

[hook]