Glory歌词

Glory -Lil Wayne （尔·韦恩）
Woo this that sh*t they didn't want me on
Don't need sugar I need cream I'm dark and strong
The garbage man puttin'on cologne aroma wrong
I'm on I'm on this that sh*t they didn't want
I act a a**and sh*t a skunk I will I won't
Black your eye like will I am you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam I'm disappearin'like Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47my business partner business is swell
French kiss a b**ch she don't speak French
Can't kiss and tell
I push his a**in the wishin'well
Then wish him well
Sippin'syrup like ginger ale
But I'm the quickest snail
From here to Hell I hear them hail I give them hell
I'm spittin'hail I'm Clinton well I did inhale
These niggas frail they Chip and Dale
They little girls
Watch me act a donkey then pin a tail
Spit out your nails
Uh glory hallelujah
Holy sh*t I'm the holy sh*t 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 you sleep
I'm inside your room wit'a lot of shooters
You wake up to this chopper tool it's like
'Cock-a-doodle'
I'm awkward cuckoo I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
I'm hotter than Honolulu glory unto you glory
I'm awkward cuckoo
I turn your 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 everybody that knew you boo-boo
I got them spooked too
I drive a neutral shock the future like Dr Luther
I'm not a chooser your mom a cougar
I sock it to her
My coc*ine white as a white beluga
I like bazookas
I'm high as lunar I'm wilder than tigers Nikes Pumas
Woo this that sh*t you didn't want me on
My w**d 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 drawin'board
But all this f**kin'artist drawin'is the art of war
These niggas'soft as teddy bears talk to Marky Mark
I wet your block leave it a waterpark
Broad or dark
I whip the work like tartar sauce
You want it hard or raw huh
Uh glory hallelujah
Holy sh*t I'm the sh*t
Porta-Potty Tunechi
Unload the Glock profusely
When sortin'out confusion
Your motor mouth keep vroomin'
I'm goin'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 'til I find a mirror
Start talkin'to it
It told me the truth
It said I'm the sh*t and you party poopin'
Am I talkin'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 '80s that Marcia Brady
I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty
I'm warm as Haiti
I'm armed and lazy I'm sprayin'until my arms is lazy
Pardon my mental I'm higher than Continental
Went from flyin'cockroaches to flyin'without credentials
That's private tell the pilot
Be quiet we need our privacy'
Throw you off this b**ch if you wired justifiably
Hustle wit'a motive you know this
I'm wit'my whoadies
No snakes no rodents no ad-libs no corolls No stress no worries
Took you to a respiratory
It's self-explanatory the glory is mandatory glory
Uh glory hallelujah
Holy sh*t I can't hold this sh*t my bowel's looser
My towel's newer my powder room is for powder-users
You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit'snot and mucus
My tie is Lucas my driver's crusin'my partner's ruthless
My flower's rootless my pocket's roofless she poppin'roofies
I am stolen that I not slow that I not humen
You are not immune to this kind of music you got 'em Tunechi
You got 'em Tunechi I got 'em