Curren$y - Gla** House lyrics

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Curren$y - Gla** House lyrics

[Hook: Big KRIT] Don't you wanna rest that a** in this gla** house Don't, don't you wanna rest that a** in this gla** house Don't you wanna rest that a** in this gla** house If you ain't s**in or f**in than get yo a** out [Verse 1: Curren$y] 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 f**ed 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 s**as Or ride low and get higher than a motherf**a! [Hook] [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Straight stunting, s**a n***as I take from them They b**hes 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 b**hes leaving they lame n***as 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 Im good long as the money piling up All the while im just quick lane pimping Big jane twisting Walking how I talk it b**h that's Pittsburgh pimping [Hook] [Verse 3: Big KRIT] Now I was candy coated, bendin corners 5th, 5th wheelin' made a k**in' with the bumper grill nd' chandelier cellin', plush linen Is you f**ing, is you s**ing I was wondering cuz if not Don't be pushing on my bu*tons in my Cutla** Unless you cuttin'. b**h I'm just saying I ain't tricking is the reason that this p**no flick playing Trunk shaking knocking pictures off the wall Southern mating call, 808 mean no draws You got friends, I f** em' 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 Dolomite out of sight Show you right, can you dig it, shawty? [Hook]