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Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house. |
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Don't, don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house. |
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Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house. |
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If you aint suckin or fuckin than get yo ass out.[Verse] |
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Dash digital situation critical |
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Hate to make it so blatant baby |
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But I aint playing |
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Maybe you got me confused |
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With one of them other dudes. |
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I aint none of them. |
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Under they breath mumbling. |
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Scared to tell them hoes what it is. |
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You put yourself in that position. |
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I chill with all that baller fishing |
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You fucked around and you caught a shark. |
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Cold hard, tear your feelings apart. |
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I'm more focused on getting my rims powder-coated. |
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One of the dopest, |
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I'm schedule one |
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You just ibuprofen, what is you smoking? |
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Them bogus growers, they got you choking |
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The options open, you can hide with them suckas |
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Or ride low and get higher than a motherfucka![Chorus] |
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Straight stunting, sucka niggas |
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I take from them. |
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They bitches that is, get up in the car with wiz |
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They know they gonna bake something, aint frontin'. |
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Smoking it off the eighth onion |
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Get it twisted because you see me on your computer screen |
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Thinking because you got wireless you get as high as us |
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Bitches leaving they lame niggas to ride with us |
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Planes over everything in the fly we trust. |
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Just by the smell it's obvious |
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That my connect come from cali |
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Im good long as the money piling up |
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All the while im just quick lane pimping |
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Big jane twisting |
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Walking how |
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I talk it bitch that's |
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Pittsburgh pimping.[Chorus][Verse] |
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Now I was candy coated, bendin corners55th wheelin' made a killin' with the bumper grill nd' chandelier cellin', plush linen |
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Is you fucking, is you sucking |
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I was wondering cuz if not |
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Don't be pushing on my buttons in my cutlass |
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Unless you cuttin'. |
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Bitch I'm just saying |
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I aint tricking is the reason that this porno flick playing |
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Trunk shaking knocking pictures off the wall |
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Southern maiden call, 808 mean no draws |
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You got friends, |
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I fuck em' all |
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What you mean you aint nasty |
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Why the fuck you came |
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Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane. |
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Mississippi pimp mouth piece frigid |
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Dolomite out of sight |
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Show you right, can you dig it, shawty?[Chorus] |
