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  • 作词 : Wiz Khalifa
    作曲 : 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 aint suckin or f****n than get yo ass out.[Verse]
    Dash digital situation critical
    Hate to make it so blatant baby
    But I aint playing
    Maybe you got me confused
    With one of them other dudes.
    I aint 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 fis*ing
    You f****d around and you caught a shark.
    Cold hard, tear your feelings apart.
    I'm more focused on getting my rims powder-coated.
    One of the ******,
    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 **********a![Chorus]
    Straight stunting, sucka ******
    I take from them.
    They b*****s that is, get up in the car with wiz
    They know they gonna bake something, aint frontin'.
    Smoking it 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*****s leaving they lame ****** 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 ***** that's
    Pitt**urgh pimping.[Chorus][Verse]
    Now I was candy coated, bendin corners55th wheelin' made a killin' with the bumper grill nd' chandelier cellin', plush linen
    Is you f****ng, is you sucking
    I was wondering cuz if not
    Don't be pus*ing on my buttons in my cutlass
    Unless you cuttin'.
    ***** I'm just saying
    I aint tricking is the reason that this porno flick playing
    Trunk shaking knocking pictures off the wall
    Southern maiden call, 808 mean no draws
    You got friends,
    I **** em' all
    What you mean you aint nasty
    Why the **** 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?[Chorus]
  • 作词 : Wiz Khalifa
    作曲 : 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 aint suckin or f****n than get yo ass out.[Verse]
    Dash digital situation critical
    Hate to make it so blatant baby
    But I aint playing
    Maybe you got me confused
    With one of them other dudes.
    I aint 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 fis*ing
    You f****d around and you caught a shark.
    Cold hard, tear your feelings apart.
    I'm more focused on getting my rims powder-coated.
    One of the ******,
    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 **********a![Chorus]
    Straight stunting, sucka ******
    I take from them.
    They b*****s that is, get up in the car with wiz
    They know they gonna bake something, aint frontin'.
    Smoking it 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*****s leaving they lame ****** 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 ***** that's
    Pitt**urgh pimping.[Chorus][Verse]
    Now I was candy coated, bendin corners55th wheelin' made a killin' with the bumper grill nd' chandelier cellin', plush linen
    Is you f****ng, is you sucking
    I was wondering cuz if not
    Don't be pus*ing on my buttons in my cutlass
    Unless you cuttin'.
    ***** I'm just saying
    I aint tricking is the reason that this porno flick playing
    Trunk shaking knocking pictures off the wall
    Southern maiden call, 808 mean no draws
    You got friends,
    I **** em' all
    What you mean you aint nasty
    Why the **** 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?[Chorus]