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      Pourin the Syrup

      Pourin the Syrup

      Kevin Gates

      Album: Luca Brasi 2

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      Kevin Gates - Pourin the Syrup Música y Letra

      I don't get tired...
      [Verse 1:]
      Broke another ten for the Bread Winner Brick Gang
      Popping up pregnant, sIlly bitch tryna trick Gates
      Start selling 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, pedal shifting on Highland
      Boosie had a black Monte Carlo and a 'Burban
      I was in a grey Monte Carlo and a Tahoe
      He was doing shows, bad hoes up in [?]
      I was speaking Spanish with the plug havin' convos
      [?] ran lips, hit the line every morning cause 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
      Connecting this year, we'll 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
      Praying to the Lord that Car came from under that charge
      Free my nigga Head when I bow my head
      Late night, when alone, can't sleep
      I got too many problems
      The weight of the world on my shoulders
      Pray that heaven do something about it
      The chick that I'm lovin'
      Wondering who is she fuckin'
      The friends I got 'round me
      Wonder which one of them sour
      Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup
      Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, bitch I'm pourin' the
      Pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup
      Bitch I'm pourin' the syrup
      Bitch I'm pourin' the syrup, pourin' the syrup
      Bitch I'm pourin' the syrup
      [Verse 2:]
      I was naive, thinking that I couldn't get hurt
      Thought she was 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 was on [?]
      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 tripping, never mind that
      Me and Darrell Harris in a stolen car thugging
      You get out of line, he goin' put you in a puddle
      Me and Brittney Harris in the side room cuddlin'
      Eat the pussy while she on the rag, like "Yummy"
      My daddy nephew, kinda make him my cousin
      We was having lunch at Chimes when you told me that you love me
      I ain't never back down from a fight in my life
      Big Yock slapped you, you went and got your cousin
      Nigga shot and missed, and I came back jumping
      I was 13 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 was selling crack with the cameras on the roof
      You was never that, at the plant working turnarounds (turnarounds?)
      Little Steve hittin' your 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 you was on 3rd St., and ain't wanna squeeze
      Pillow talking with your bitch, tryna play me like I'm weak
      Now I'm coming at your girl, top nigga, no problem
      You will never 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, you're old man hate me?
      Can't rap like Gates, fucking up lately?
      Me, you, and Dreka oughta take a vacation
      We can have a threesome after waking up in Vegas
      Give you 50k, fail to mention what it came with
      Eat, pray, making love, see the world baby
      Breadwinners swim where I'm fucking with a gangsta
      You can model for my line, I can make you famous
      Running from my tongue when I lick all in your anus
      Intelligent the way I talk, vagina I contained it
      Ever been ate, two mouths at the same time?
      Ever had lips on your booty and your pussy
      Got your body feeling mushy
      When your water go to gushing
      Brazillian wax, I don't like playing in the bushes
      Pull your hair, smack it, bend back, get a whoopin'

      Kevin Gates - Pourin the Syrup Música y Letra




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