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There's not a black woman i can't thank. But hurry, i got nuts to bust. [verse]pedal to the metallost foot and it was sugar in my gas tankmy cushion was a bosom on bad daysthere's not a black. My cushion was a bosom on bad days. Find more of earl sweatshirt lyrics. Web original lyrics of azucar song by earl sweatshirt. Go on, suck it up; Party staff baffled, askin' where her ass go. ( correct these lyrics ) back to:. Petal to the metallost foot and it was sugar in my gas tankmy cushion was a bosom on bad daysthere's not a black woman i can't thankyou called crying when i told you these the last daysit's all mine, could've split the last plateniggas didn't have faith, so i stopped tryin'apologize, and we outta timeplease get ya alibis straight, you. Web petal to the metal, lost flint, it was sugar in gas tank my cushion was a bosom on bad days there's not a black woman i can't thank you called crying when i told you these the last days it's all mine, could have split the last plate nigga's didn't have faith, so i stopped trying i apologize, and we outta time please get ya alibis straight, you.
