Kevin Gates - Pourin the Syrup lyrics
rate me(Intro)
I don't get tired
(Verse)
Broke another ten for the Bread Winner Brick Gang
Poppin' up pregnant, silly bitch tryna trick Gates
Start sellin' pussy, maybe that'll get your rent paid
Come to think about it, don't you live with your mama?
I don't give a shit when I ride 'round the bottom
Cocaine vet, paddle shiftin' on Highland
Boosie had a black Monte Carlo and a 'Burban
I wa' in a grey Monte Carlo and a Tahoe
He wa' doin' shows, bad hoes up in Taloes
I wa' speakin' Spanish with the plug havin' convos
Bleak Lair ran lips, hit the line every mornin' cuz they know I keep the lean by the carload
In the top, hit the boulevard solo
Big Right know I got soft for the low-low
In a drought, me and Nook, only ones had dope
Nigga blew my leg off for a nine-piece
Tried to grab the gun, couldn't get it, middle of the night
Had to fight for my life when you try me
Connectin' in Sherwood,Mark my nigga
I love my nigga, I owe you one nigga
Brookstown Richard, that's my little brother
Everytime I think about him, gotta tell him that I love him
Prayin' to the Lord that Car came from under that charge
Free my nigga Head when I bow my head
[Hook]
Late night, when alone, can't sleep
I got too many problems
The weight of the world on my shoulders
Pray that heaven do somethin' about it
The chick that I'm luving
Wonderin' who is she fuckin'
The friends I got 'round me
Wonder which one of them sour
Pouring the syrup, pouring the syrup, pouring the syrup
Pouring the syrup, pouring the syrup, bitch I'm pouring the
Pouring the syrup, pouring the syrup, pouring the syrup
Bitch I'm pouring the syrup
Bitch I'm pouring the syrup, pourin' the syrup
Bitch I'm pouring the syrup
(Verse 2)
I wa' naive, thinkin' that I couldn't get hurt
Thought she wa' faithful, fuck her but my dick burnt
Everybody laughed when I kissed her
I can't even lie, to this day still I miss her
We wa' on Scottsdale Inn by Jags
Used to go to sleep in the pussy on an air mat
André Harris talked bad behind my back
Even though it hurted, I ain't trippin', neva mind that
Me and Darrell Harris in a stolen car thuggin'
Ya get out of line, he going put ya in a puddle
Me and Brittney Harris in the side room cuddling
Eat the pussy while she on the rag, like 'Yummy'
My daddy nephew, kinda make him my cousin
We wa' havin' lunch at Chimes when ya told me that ya love me
I ain't neva back down from a fight in my life
Big guy slapped ya, ya went and got yo cousin
Nigga shot and missed, and I came back dumpin'
I wa' thirteen when I put one under
Ask my mama, go ask my brother
Go on South 12th, and go ask Big London (shoutout)
Jamison and Gary and Will know the truth
I wa' sellin' crack with the cameras on the roof
Ya wa' neva that, at the plant workin' turnarounds (turnarounds?)
Little Steve hitting yo bitch from the back, matter fact
That's a fact, when I seen it, had to turn around
E-Dub, Dope Boy, Lil E, Big Mook
Me and Foots in my truck with the burners out
When ya wa' on 3rd St., and ain't wanna squeeze
Pillow talking with yo bitch, tryna play me like I'm weak
Now I'm coming at yo girl, top nigga, no problem
Ya will neva find out another thing about it
Come to think about it, got a coffee shop in Denver, Colorado
I'mma catch her when she visiting her mama
Ri-Ri, fine, yo old man hate me?
Can't rap like Gates, fucking up lately?
Me, ya, and Dreka oughta take a vacation
We can have a threesome after waking up in Vegas
Give ya fifty kay, fail to mention what it came with
Eat, pray, makin' luv, see the world baby
Breadwinners swim where I'm fucking with a gangster
Ya can model for my line, I can make ya famous
Running from my tongue when I lick all in yo anus
Intelligent the way I talk, vagina I contained it
Eva been ate, two mouths at the same time?
Eva had lips on yo booty and yo pussy
Got yo body feelin' mushy
When yo water go to gushin'
Brazillian wax, I don't like playin' in the bushes
Pull yo hair, smack it, bend back, get a whooping
[Hook]
