Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sacred Geometry, artist - Porter RayDate of issue: 09.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sacred Geometry |
| Coke white Harlems |
| Know a few chicks who like coke and got problems |
| Couple of my potnas sell dope with gold bottoms |
| Infrared beam scopes |
| Coupes with low mileage |
| Blunt fulla dream |
| Smoke snoop in a Hyrbid |
| Northface HyVent |
| Face lookin' vibrant |
| Slidin' with my ace |
| On his waist is a hydrant |
| Wet your sweatshirt |
| Get faced with retirement |
| Court case violent |
| Embrace my environment |
| Snitch get erased |
| No statements just silence |
| Bitch in my face want a taste of the finest |
| Critic in the place hear my tape and rewind it |
| 2 girlfriends but tonight I’m with my side bitch |
| Breakin' down P’s, backwoods keep her eyes lit |
| Bottle on freeze baby change up the climate |
| Best of both worlds |
| Back shots breakin' my dick |
| Head from both girls |
| Had a homegirl 5'6 |
| Brown skin, stolen bag, blood bottoms, size 6. yeah… |
| Had a baby with a booster |
| Paranoid lately |
| I been stayin' by my shooter |
| Aaron, Joy, baby you the reason that I move for |
| Crazy, cause she feel like I still need to do more |
| Signed my first deal sellin' pills |
| On a new tour |
| Cops on my heels |
| Glock steel in a blue Ford… |
| I peel off |
| Yeah. |
| I mean I’m gonna be real with you. |
| It’s the Sacred Geometry over here, |
| you feel me. |
| We Earth bound mortals so, umm, one thing you know what goes up |
| gots to come down. |
| Stay frosty young man. |
| Call it how you see it |
| Automatic by the armrest |
| Baby in the whip |
| Between her legs where my arm rest |
| Asked if I’m the shit |
| And I replied with a strong «Yes» |
| Money moves |
| Tryna flip stacks |
| To a long check |
| Niggas in the city hatin' and they still ain’t on yet |
| Killed little Aaron and I still ain’t come yet |
| Been in hella shootouts and I still ain’t done yet |
| Balance all my problems through my Tec |
| Smoked so much flight I don’t know if I’ma function |
| Fuckin' with my niggas on the way to a function |
| Peelin' off Union Street |
| Slidin' towards Judkins |
| In love with the streets |
| His own momma didn’t want him |
| Yellow glazed eyes |
| Glass pipe |
| Stolen rides |
| Where the niggas Coupe released every soul inside |
| Rap tool |
| I’ma fool when I let it ride |
| If you owe a nigga money I can’t let it slide |
| Young kings takin' lives tryna' stay alive |
| Money, Power, and Respect |
| Gotta' lose the pride |
| Complex Situations |
| Layin' in the corners of your mind |
| Spendin' money like you spend your time |
| Rubbin on the surface ‘til it shine |
| Gotta make that shit shine, yeah |
| Gotta make that shit shine, yo, yeah… |
| Hands like high beams |
| 9 rings |
| Range rover seats |
| Let me drive king |
| Wrist wrap lightning |
| Chain like Visine |
| Crime scene, clap |
| Clean straps in designer jeans |
| Nineteen chasin' all the finer things |
| Makin' dimes scream. |
| Blunted while she fryin' wings |
| Eyes green |
| Short haired fox wit' a nose ring |
| Phone ring soft |
| Angie Stone sing |
| It was my old queen jockin' how my gold gleam |
| That new thing make her wanna fuck my whole team |
| My whole team poppin' champ while we blow green |
| My flow mean |
| Show you everything my eyes seen |
| Rising, me and my bros |
| 23rd and spring |
| Burnin' beans |
| Blastin' |
| Shoot outs at the burger king |
| Ain’t nobody seen shit |
| No one heard a thing |
| Turn a young nigga’s dreams into murder scenes |
| Pray the ambulance early to emergencies |
| Currently your boy critical |
| He under surgery |
| Currency encourage me, commit perjury |
| Purposely, jury couldn’t get a word from me |
| Word to D |
| Need a bitch holdin' byrds for me |
| Merge with me |
| I got language you could learn from me |
| Turn the key |
| Got some paper you could burn with me |
| Earnestly |
| Everything matchin' up perfectly… |
| I peel off… |