Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bulletproof Windows , by - Porter RayRelease date: 09.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bulletproof Windows |
| Deep space |
| Bricks of hash |
| Tell me how the keef taste |
| SMG Uzi built into the briefcase |
| High powered pistols |
| Porsches with armored doors |
| Cups made of crystal |
| Clicquot from '94… |
| Bulletproof windows… |
| Bulletproof windows |
| Deep space |
| Bricks of hash |
| Tell me how the keef taste |
| SMG Uzi built into the briefcase |
| High powered pistols |
| Porsches with armored doors |
| Cups made of crystal |
| Clicquot from '94… |
| Bulletproof windows |
| Colors of the coral reef |
| Underwater condos |
| Combos of corporate thieves |
| Pourin' drinks |
| Convicts conspire thru a conference call |
| Cash withdrawal |
| Remember what i promised y’all |
| Lofts in the mountains |
| Playin' golf by the fountains |
| Loungin', bettin' thousands |
| With lawyers and accountants |
| Browsin' stocks, yachts |
| Talk thru my watch |
| I’m hot |
| Then get top in an I8 drop |
| Lemme cool off |
| These niggas got 2 faces/ Fuck 'em/ Pocket full’a blue faces/ In and out my |
| country/ Plastic in my suitcases/ Now who trace us?/ Bottles at the horse |
| races/ The Lord lace us with bracelets/ Makin' your whore chase us |
| Bulletproof windows |
| Armor piercing extendos |
| With pretty bitches switching magical |
| Walking collateral |
| Slope after slope |
| Coated silk |
| Tucked in a Lotus |
| The kings move castles |
| Terrains played masterful |
| Tacit transactions |
| Toasted with Jane roasted (blow dat) |
| And pussy beat up on the peel out |
| Royalty meet balance ??? |
| Trance heavy |
| Plus your states medicinal weight |
| Microphone baked |
| Surfin detergent |
| With Indica excursions |
| And bingy odysseys |
| Hustles monopoly |
| Polarouraborealis glow |
| Goddesses titties exposed |
| Stess reclined back |
| Top off the yack |
| Speakers throb |
| Ooze the Jack |
| Bioluminescent within the depths of the section |
| Peace to the circle |
| Light magnify the connection |
| Wins keep the cage broken |
| Fantasies roam free |
| Mo' tree get tucked and mo' checks get cut |
| These niggas got 2 faces/ Fuck 'em/ Pocket full’a blue faces/ In and out my |
| country/ Plastic in my suitcases/ Now who trace us?/ Bottles at the horse |
| races/ The Lord lace us with bracelets/ Makin' your whore chase us |
| Focus more realities |
| Dreams with yearly salaries |
| These bullets at high velocity |
| Prophecy of a casualty |
| Clips deposits artistry |
| Courtesy of your majesty |
| Whippin' cream with scepters |
| That product we pumpin' casually |
| Desert Eagle on my designated driver |
| Cannons within the phantom |
| I’m meeting with my advisors |
| Light fires |
| Sunlight sings |
| The wine dances |
| Coloring my canvas |
| Finessing my finances |
| Defense lacking cohesion |
| Broken and shaky stances |
| Label advances |
| Link with my brodys |
| We taking chances |
| All calculated movements |
| Mastermind with the truest |
| Frozen water be flickerin' |
| Flawless from off a blue wrist |
| Scuba dive |
| I heard Cuba’s live |
| Waves hit me |
| Stay with me |
| No ceilings |
| Sunrays hit me in my pavilion |
| Pina coladas, couple Brazilians |
| My bezel brilliant |
| Bathe in a bottle |
| Embezzle billions |
| Now my team up (straight up) |