King Los - Glory To The Lord lyrics

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Feat. R. Kelly

Glory to the Lord

Glory to the Lord

I got a rolly on my wrist

Glory to the Lord

Cause I got my homies getting rich

Glory to the Lord

It’s like

Glory to the Lord

Glory to the Lord

He let the sunshine on the nigga from the hood

Man, I made I out from the block

Glory to the Lord

Pop 100 bottles

And I’m screaming loud glory to the Lord

If they hate every start you spoil

If your lawyer is paid and you made it out on court

And your baby momma is taking you out on child support

You head to the club like

Glory to the Lord

Like what else can you say

Like roll up a good J

And let me show you how hood prays

Like glory to the Lord

Glory to the Lord

I mean I could have been broken

I’m screaming out

Glory to the Lord

Glory to the Lord

Every time I hit the floor, right

You know who’s your boy

You know what’s the joy when I wake up

I’m gonna hit the ____

And my bitch of course

And my bitch of course

Bitches who are gorgeous

I wasn’t given a choice

And I switch the course if money talks

Bitch I’m yours

And I’m sick of arguing

And the conversation seems too hard to win

All you wanna do is bring all my flows again

And I’m fly

Oh, God you never loved me half _______

Light up my path

Let me be my own star

As I look man

Shit was so hard

And there’s food on my table

So my niggaz don’t starve

I got a rolly on my wrist

Glory to the Lord

Cause I got my homies getting rich

Glory to the Lord

It’s like

Glory to the Lord

Glory to the Lord

He let the sunshine on the nigga from the hood

Man, I made I out from the block

Glory to the Lord

Let’s pop 100 bottles

And I’m screaming loud glory to the Lord

If they hate every start you spoil

If your lawyer is paid and you made it out on court

And your baby momma is taking you out on child support

You head to the club like

Glory to the Lord

Like what else can you say

Like roll up a good J

And let me show you how hood prays

Like glory to the Lord

You used to say you couldn’t afford it

And I’m like glory to the Lord

Glory to the Lord

Hey man, we made it out

Glory to the Lord

I rolled up

I rolled up

Just to keep a piece of mine

Glory to the Lord

I screamed before

I swear it’s so motherfuckin’ cold outside

Glory to the Lord

Now tell me something that I can’t afford

Glory to the Lord

Glory to the Lord

Glory to the Lord

Glory to the Lord

I hear them hating

I don’t ever let the church say amine

Bootie’s so big

Hallelujah

And all my niggaz are paid now

Glory to the world

I’m gonna pop 100 bottles in every club we host

With all my homies

I got a rolly on my wrist

Glory to the Lord

Cause I got my homies getting rich

Glory to the Lord

It’s like

Glory to the Lord

Glory to the Lord

He let the sunshine on the nigga from the hood

Man, I made I out from the block

Glory to the Lord

Let’s pop 100 bottles

And I’m screaming loud glory to the Lord

Glory to the Lord

If they hate every start you spoil

If your lawyer is paid and you made it out on court

And your baby momma is taking you out on child support

You head to the club like

Glory to the Lord

Like what else can you say

Like roll up a good J

And let me show you how hood prays

Like glory to the Lord