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Wiz Khalifa - Glass House lyrics

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Glass House by Wiz Khalifa

Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house.
Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house.
Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house.
If you ain't suckin' or f**kin' than get yo ass out.
Dash digital, situation critcal.
Hate to make it so blatant baby, but I ain't playin' baby.
Maybe you got me confused, with one of them other dudes.
I ain't none of them, under they breath mumblin'.
Scared to tell them hoes what it is.
You put yourself in their position.
I chill with all that baller fishin'.
You f**ked around and you caught a shark.
Cold heart, tear your feelings apart.
I'm more focused on getting my rims powder-coated.
One of the dopest, I'm scheduled one.
You just ibuprofen, what is you smokin'?
Them bogus growers, they got you chokin'.
The options open, you can hide with them suckers.
Or ride low and get higher than a motherf**ka!
[Wiz Khalifa]
Straight stuntin', sucker niggas I take from them.
They b**ches that is, get up in the car with Wiz.
They know they going to bake something, ain't frontin.
Smoking off the eighth onion.
Get it twisted cuz you see me on your computer screen.
Thinkin' cuz you got wireless you get as high as us.
b**ches leavin' they lame niggas to ride with us.
Planes over everythin' in the fly we trust.
Just by the smell is obvious.
That my connect come from Cali.
I'm good long as the money pilin' up.
All the while I'm just quick lane pimpin'.
Big Jane twistin'.
Walk it how I talk it b**ch that's Pittsburgh pimpin'.
[Big K.R.I.T]
Yo I was candy coated, bendin' corners.
Flip, flip, Willie made a killin.
With the bumper grillin', chandelier ceilin', plush linen.
Is you f**kin', is you suckin'.
I was wonderin' cuz if not.
Don't be pushin' on my buttons in my cutless.
Unless you cuttin'. b**ch I'm just sayin'.
I ain't trickin' is the reason that this porno flick playin'.
Trunk shakin' knockin' pictures off the wall.
Southern matin' call, 808 mean no draws.
You got friends I f**k 'em all
What you mean you ain't nasty?
Why the f**k you came?
Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plans.
Mississippi pimp, mouth piece frigid.
Dolomite out a sight show yeah right can you digg it shawty

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