Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Glory !

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(Verse)

Ooh, this that shit they didn’t want me on

I’m ‘bout 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 will.i.am, 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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