pourin the syrup
Singer:kevin gates
i don't get tired. broke another ten for the bread winner brick gang
silly bitch tryna trick gates
maybe that'll get your rent paid
don't you live with your mama?
i don't give a shit when i ride 'round the bottom
pedal shifting on highland
boosie had a black monte carlo and a 'burban
i was in a grey monte carlo and a tahoe
i was speaking spanish with the plug havin' convos
hit the line every morning cause they know i keep the lean by the carload
big right know i got soft for the low-low
nigga blew my leg off for a nine-piece
had to fight for my life when you try me
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
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
bitch i'm pourin' the syrup
bitch i'm pourin' the syrup
bitch i'm pourin' the syrup
thinking that i couldn't get hurt
fuck her but my dick burnt
everybody laughed when i kissed her
to this day still i miss her
used to go to sleep in the pussy on an air mat
andre harris talked bad behind my back
me and darrell harris in a stolen car thugging
he goin' put you in a puddle
me and brittney harris in the side room cuddlin'
eat the pussy while she on the rag