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Glass House Lyrics


Wiz Khalifa Glass House


[Chorus: x2]
Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
Don't, don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house.
If you ain't sup than you can f***** get your ass out.

[Verse 1:]
That's digital situation critical
Hate to make it so blatant baby
But I ain't playing
Maybe you got me confused
With one of them other dudes.
I ain't none of them.
Under they breath mumbling.
Scared to tell them hoes what it is.
You put yourself in that position.
I chill with all that baller fishing
You f***** around and you caught a shark.
Cold hard, tell your feelings too fall.
I'm too focused on getting my rims powder coated.
One of the dopest, I'm scheduled one
You just ibuprofen, what is you smoking?
I'm focused to growing they got you choking
The options open, you can hide with them suckers
Or ride low and get higher than a mother f****!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Straight stunting, sucker n****** I take from them.
They b****** that is, get up in the car with wiz
They know they going to bake something, ain't fronten.
Smoking off the eighth onion
Get it twisted because you see me on your computer screen
Thinking because you got wireless you get as high as us
B***** leaving they lame n***** to ride with us
Planes over everything in the fly we trust.
Just by the smell, it's obvious
Than my connect come from cali
I'm good long as the money piling up
All the while I'm just quick lane pimping
Big jane twisting
Walking how I talk it b**** that's Pittsburgh pimping.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Yo I was candy coated, Bentley colored
[? ] really made it
Killing with the bumper grill
Chandelier ceiling, kush linen
[? ] is you f******, is you sucking
I was wondering cause if not
Don't be pushing all my buttons in my cutless
Unless you cutting. B**** I'm just saying
I ain't tricking is the reason that this porno flick playing
Trunk shaking, knocking pictures off the wall
Southern made call, 808 mean no draws
You got friends I f*** them all
What you mean you ain't nasty
Why the f*** you came
Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane.
Mississippi PIMP, mouth piece frigid
Throw the mic out of sight
Show you bright can you feel it shawty

[Chorus]



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