Pourin The Syrup – English Lyrics

• By: Kevin Gates
• Album: Luca Brasi 4

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

Get tired

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, paddle 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 Tahoe

I was speaking Spanish with the plug havin' convos

Big hair 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 Nuk, 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 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

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

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 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 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 guy slapped you, you went and got your cousin

Nigga shot and missed, and I came back dumping

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, your 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'

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

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