BIG K.R.I.T.

BIG K.R.I.T. - Glass House lyrics

rate me

[Chorus: x2]

Don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass

Don't, don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass

Don't, don't you wanna risk that ass in this glass house

If you ain't sup get the fxck and get yo ass out

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

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 fxcked 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 smoking them focused groads they got you choking

The options open, you can hide with them suckers

Or ride low and get higher than a muhfxcka

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

Straight stunting, sucker niggas I take from em

They bxtches that is, get up in the car with Wiz

They know they goin bake something,

Ain't frontin' smoking off the eighth onion

Get it twisted cause you see me on your computer screen

Thinking cause you got wireless you get high as us

Bxtches leaving they lame niggas 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 chain twisting

Walking how I talking bxtch that's Pittsburgh pimping

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.]

Now I was candy coated, bending corners fifth-fifth wheeling

Made a killing with the bumper grill and chandelier ceiling

Plus linen is you fxcking, is you sucking I was wondering

Cause if not don't be pushing all my buttons in my Cutless

Unless you cutting, bxtch I'm just saying

I ain't tricking it's a reason that this porno flick playing

Trunk shaking, knocking pictures off the wall

Southern made call, 808 mean no draws

You got friends I fxck them all

What you mean you ain't nasty, Why the fxck 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 x2]

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