LIL WAYNE - Glory ! Lyrics

Ooh, this that shit they didn’t want me on
I¬ím ¬Ďbout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
The garbage man putting on cologne around my room
I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
Black yo eye like, ya Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lamb, I'm disappearing like Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
I push his ass in the wishing well, then wish him well
Sipping syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
I'm spitting hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they lil girls
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out yo nails
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers
I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy Ramen noodles
And now ya sleep, I'm inside yo room wit' a lot of shooters
Ya wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, 'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm aqua cuckoo, I turn yo Fruit Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto ya, glory

(Verse 2)
I'm aqua-cuckoo, I turn yo Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
Make errybody that knew ya booboo, I got them spooked too
I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther
I'm not accuser, yo mom a cougar, I sock it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that shit ya didn't want me on
My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long
I got to get back to the grind and the drawing board
But all this fucking art destroyed, this the art of war
These niggas is soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
I wet yo block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
I whip the work like tartar sauce, ya want it hard or raw, huh?

(Verse 3)
Ooh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely, I'm soarin' out confusion
Yo motor mouth keep vrooming, I'm going Tony Stewart
I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins
Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
Lost my point of view till I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and ya party pooping
Lord, oh, Lord

(Verse 4)
Am I talking crazy, too much coffee maybe
I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
We got that white girl like in the eighties, that Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy, I'm spraying until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
Went from flyin' cockroaches to flying witout credentials
That's private, tell the pilot, 'be quiet, we need our privacy'
Throw ya off this bitch if ya wired, justifiably
Hustle wit' a motive, ya know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
No snakes, no rodents, no ad libs, no chorus
No stress, no worries, took ya to a respiratory
It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory

(Verse 5)
Oooh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
My towel's newer, my powder room is fo' powder-users
Ya see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusing, my partner's ruthless
My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she popping roofies
I'm not a student, I'm not assuming I'm not a human
Ya are not immune to this kinda music, ya got 'em, Tunechi
Ya got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em

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