Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Glass House, artist - Wiz Khalifa. Date of issue: 13.04.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Glass House |
| 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 fuckin' than get yo ass out |
| Dash 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 |
| Out-chea with all that baller fishing |
| You fucked 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 schedule one |
| You just ibuprofen, what is you smoking? |
| Them bogus growers, they got you choking |
| The options open, you can hide with them suckas |
| Or ride low and get higher than a motherfucka! |
| 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 fuckin' than get yo ass out |
| Straight stunting, sucka niggas I take from them |
| They bitches that is, get up in the car with wiz |
| They know they gonna bake something, ain’t frontin' |
| Smoking it all, 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 |
| Bitches leaving they lame niggas to ride with us |
| Planes over everything in the fly we trust |
| Just by the smell it’s obvious |
| That 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 bitch that’s Pittsburgh pimping |
| 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 fuckin' than get yo ass out |
| Now I was candy-coated, bendin corners |
| 5th, 5th wheelin' made a killin' with the bumper grill nd' chandelier cellin', |
| plush linen |
| Is you fucking, is you sucking |
| I was wondering cuz if not |
| Don’t be pushing on my buttons in my Cutlass |
| Unless you cuttin' |
| Bitch, I’m just saying |
| I ain’t tricking is the reason that this porno flick playing |
| Trunk shaking knocking pictures off the wall |
| Southern mating call, 808 mean no draws |
| You got friends, I fuck em' all |
| What you mean you ain’t nasty |
| Why the fuck you came |
| Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane |
| Mississippi pimp mouth piece frigid |
| Dolomite out of sight |
| Show you right, can you dig it, shawty? |
| 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 fuckin' than get yo ass out |