Azucar
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โฑ๏ธ 1:26 duration
๐ ID: 387792
๐ Lyrics
Petal to the metal
Lost foot and it was sugar in my 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've split the last plate
Niggas didn't have faith, so I stopped tryin'
Apologize, and we outta time
Please get ya alibis straight, you ain't gotta lie
It's a tradition did it my way
No sense of looking in the sky
Trace elements meddle with minds
Mind-state live fizzes and fires
Niggas with live ammunitions in the stick on the highway
I only get better with time
That's what my mom say, the doc' say, he to kill him this time
Well here I go, foot on the line
What's mine, what good is it if it's not, you sick of it
Sicky, sicky, niggas wasn't shit
Face looking like I stumbled out of bed, hundred dollar jet
I piss problems out the bottom
Empty mama said she used to see my father in me
Said I was not offended
Press, King, Navy, Med, Mike on the bench
Living life like a nigga put a price on my head
Bless, this how we on it
If you need it and I want it better come prepared
Going through it like prayers in the night sky
You look like the chair when you folding up
Hands on like a goalie with the puck, don't need any luck
See the ghost of where I was, lonesome as I was
Lost foot and it was sugar in my 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've split the last plate
Niggas didn't have faith, so I stopped tryin'
Apologize, and we outta time
Please get ya alibis straight, you ain't gotta lie
It's a tradition did it my way
No sense of looking in the sky
Trace elements meddle with minds
Mind-state live fizzes and fires
Niggas with live ammunitions in the stick on the highway
I only get better with time
That's what my mom say, the doc' say, he to kill him this time
Well here I go, foot on the line
What's mine, what good is it if it's not, you sick of it
Sicky, sicky, niggas wasn't shit
Face looking like I stumbled out of bed, hundred dollar jet
I piss problems out the bottom
Empty mama said she used to see my father in me
Said I was not offended
Press, King, Navy, Med, Mike on the bench
Living life like a nigga put a price on my head
Bless, this how we on it
If you need it and I want it better come prepared
Going through it like prayers in the night sky
You look like the chair when you folding up
Hands on like a goalie with the puck, don't need any luck
See the ghost of where I was, lonesome as I was
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.48] Petal to the metal
[00:01.74] Lost foot and it was sugar in my gas tank
[00:04.48] My cushion was a bosom on bad days
[00:06.62] There's not a black woman I can't thank
[00:09.05] You called crying when I told you these the last days
[00:12.26] It's all mine, could've split the last plate
[00:15.31] Niggas didn't have faith, so I stopped tryin'
[00:18.15] Apologize, and we outta time
[00:21.15] Please get ya alibis straight, you ain't gotta lie
[00:24.03] It's a tradition did it my way
[00:26.18] No sense of looking in the sky
[00:28.34] Trace elements meddle with minds
[00:30.79] Mind-state live fizzes and fires
[00:33.12] Niggas with live ammunitions in the stick on the highway
[00:36.54] I only get better with time
[00:38.78] That's what my mom say, the doc' say, he to kill him this time
[00:42.35] Well here I go, foot on the line
[00:45.33] What's mine, what good is it if it's not, you sick of it
[00:48.93] Sicky, sicky, niggas wasn't shit
[00:51.68] Face looking like I stumbled out of bed, hundred dollar jet
[00:55.25] I piss problems out the bottom
[00:57.15] Empty mama said she used to see my father in me
[00:59.87] Said I was not offended
[01:01.52] Press, King, Navy, Med, Mike on the bench
[01:04.31] Living life like a nigga put a price on my head
[01:08.11] Bless, this how we on it
[01:10.34] If you need it and I want it better come prepared
[01:13.07] Going through it like prayers in the night sky
[01:15.92] You look like the chair when you folding up
[01:18.32] Hands on like a goalie with the puck, don't need any luck
[01:22.93] See the ghost of where I was, lonesome as I was
[01:25.21]
[00:01.74] Lost foot and it was sugar in my gas tank
[00:04.48] My cushion was a bosom on bad days
[00:06.62] There's not a black woman I can't thank
[00:09.05] You called crying when I told you these the last days
[00:12.26] It's all mine, could've split the last plate
[00:15.31] Niggas didn't have faith, so I stopped tryin'
[00:18.15] Apologize, and we outta time
[00:21.15] Please get ya alibis straight, you ain't gotta lie
[00:24.03] It's a tradition did it my way
[00:26.18] No sense of looking in the sky
[00:28.34] Trace elements meddle with minds
[00:30.79] Mind-state live fizzes and fires
[00:33.12] Niggas with live ammunitions in the stick on the highway
[00:36.54] I only get better with time
[00:38.78] That's what my mom say, the doc' say, he to kill him this time
[00:42.35] Well here I go, foot on the line
[00:45.33] What's mine, what good is it if it's not, you sick of it
[00:48.93] Sicky, sicky, niggas wasn't shit
[00:51.68] Face looking like I stumbled out of bed, hundred dollar jet
[00:55.25] I piss problems out the bottom
[00:57.15] Empty mama said she used to see my father in me
[00:59.87] Said I was not offended
[01:01.52] Press, King, Navy, Med, Mike on the bench
[01:04.31] Living life like a nigga put a price on my head
[01:08.11] Bless, this how we on it
[01:10.34] If you need it and I want it better come prepared
[01:13.07] Going through it like prayers in the night sky
[01:15.92] You look like the chair when you folding up
[01:18.32] Hands on like a goalie with the puck, don't need any luck
[01:22.93] See the ghost of where I was, lonesome as I was
[01:25.21]