27 Summers
Nas & Hit-Boy Lyrics
(Hit-Boy)
Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good group pulled me up (ice)
The plane leave in thirty, fix your life, hurry up (fix your life)
Ackee rice, peas, puttin' curry over duck (mm)
Courtside Rockets, Warriors, Curry up (swish)
Smokin' weed in a tux, sippin' Ricard
Sitting on Governors Isle with all the killers
Premier movies with my man DeNiro
And Johnny Nunez got all the picturesBlack-grown, black-owned
Black women is the backbone (love)
Latin food in the back room
Big business, I'ma drop a new 'gnac soon
Followin' the cash rules
Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got her seeing ghosts (ghosts)
Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal (goal)
Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke (smoke)
Black card, black Rolls, more black CEOs
Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good group pulled me up (Dino)
Mass Appeal, movies and music, sign with us (Al Pacino)
All my niggas millionaires, G-Code know what's up (what up, G-Code?)
What up, Jung'? What up, Stoute? What up, Ant? What up, East?
What they say about us?
Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got her seeing ghosts
Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal
Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke
Bitch, black card, black Rolls, more black CEOs
Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good group pulled me up (ice)
The plane leave in thirty, fix your life, hurry up (fix your life)
Ackee rice, peas, puttin' curry over duck (mm)
Courtside Rockets, Warriors, Curry up (swish)
Smokin' weed in a tux, sippin' Ricard
Sitting on Governors Isle with all the killers
Premier movies with my man DeNiro
And Johnny Nunez got all the picturesBlack-grown, black-owned
Black women is the backbone (love)
Latin food in the back room
Big business, I'ma drop a new 'gnac soon
Followin' the cash rules
Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got her seeing ghosts (ghosts)
Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal (goal)
Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke (smoke)
Black card, black Rolls, more black CEOs
Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good group pulled me up (Dino)
Mass Appeal, movies and music, sign with us (Al Pacino)
All my niggas millionaires, G-Code know what's up (what up, G-Code?)
What up, Jung'? What up, Stoute? What up, Ant? What up, East?
What they say about us?
Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got her seeing ghosts
Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal
Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke
Bitch, black card, black Rolls, more black CEOs
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.Written by: Nasir Jones
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@KobaniacMinded
Nas the coolest og ever doesn't try to act young or rap like he's young effortlessly cool
@thedeenakbar
My favorite rapper of them all. He just know he grew and matured lyrically.. still got it..
@mikejones9906
I knew Nas sold his soul when I seen him promoting Hennessy on a commercial.
@sayeyadolo109
Goat Shit
@northbinolu7971
@@mikejones9906 why is your ass everywhere
@mikejones9906
@@northbinolu7971 you mad at the truth
@KINGBLITZ
legendary! This man refuses to age and that flow never does
@jvnbrk
Blitz in da house! Nas a legend
@yotaiji012
GOAT
@mikejones9906
I knew Nas sold his soul when I seen him promoting Hennessy on a commercial.