Glory Lyrics
| Song | Glory |
| Artist | Lil Wayne |
| Album | Free Weezy Album (Mixtape) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
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| [00:01.28][Verse 1] | |
| [00:28.05] | Woo, this that *******t they didn’t want me on |
| [00:30.65] | I’m ‘bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone |
| [00:33.55] | Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong |
| [00:36.69] | The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong |
| [00:39.57] | I'm on, I'm on, this that *******t they didn't want |
| [00:43.16] | I act a ass and *******t a skunk, I will, I won't |
| [00:45.96] | Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka |
| [00:48.76] | That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa |
| [00:51.49] | AK-47 my business partner, business is swell |
| [00:54.77] | French kiss a *******, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell |
| [00:57.76] | I push his ass in the wi*******n' well, then wish him well |
| [01:00.80] | Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail |
| [01:03.95] | From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell |
| [01:06.94] | I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale |
| [01:10.08] | These ******s frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls |
| [01:12.96] | Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails |
| [01:16.17] | Uh, glory, hallelujah |
| [01:19.65] | Holy *******t, I'm the holy *******t, I'm God's manure |
| [01:22.38] | I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers |
| [01:25.46] | I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles |
| [01:28.44] | And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters |
| [01:31.37] | You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, '****-a-doodle' |
| [01:34.42] | I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo |
| [01:37.40] | I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory |
| [01:40.84][Verse 2] | |
| [01:43.53] | I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo |
| [01:46.47] | I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new |
| [01:49.50] | I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU |
| [01:52.53] | Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too |
| [01:55.57] | I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther |
| [01:58.61] | I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her |
| [02:01.48] | My ******* white as a white beluga, I like bazookas |
| [02:04.56] | I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas |
| [02:07.60] | Woo, this that *******t you didn't want me on |
| [02:10.68] | My ******* louder than underarms and car alarms |
| [02:13.51] | Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long |
| [02:16.76] | I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board |
| [02:19.79] | But all this ******' artist drawin' is the art of war |
| [02:22.57] | These ******s' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark |
| [02:25.71] | I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark |
| [02:28.68] | I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh? |
| [02:33.18] | Uh, glory, hallelujah |
| [02:35.16] | Holy *******t, I'm the *******t, Porta-Potty Tunechi |
| [02:38.04] | Unload the Glock profusely, when sortin' out confusion |
| [02:41.11] | Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart |
| [02:44.16] | I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins |
| [02:47.01] | Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence |
| [02:50.14] | Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it |
| [02:52.56] | It told me the truth, it said I'm the *******t and you party poopin' |
| [02:56.09] | Lord, oh, Lord |
| [02:57.26][Verse 4] | |
| [02:59.59] | Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe |
| [03:02.20] | I smell like money, I know broke ******s feel nauseated |
| [03:05.29] | The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest |
| [03:08.38] | My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it |
| [03:11.21] | She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe |
| [03:14.14] | We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady |
| [03:17.33] | I *******ed Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti |
| [03:20.52] | I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy |
| [03:23.29] | Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental |
| [03:26.18] | Went from flyin' ****roaches to flyin' without credentials |
| [03:29.07] | That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy' |
| [03:31.90] | Throw you off this ******* if you wired, justifiably |
| [03:35.09] | Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies |
| [03:38.22] | No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus |
| [03:41.11] | No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory |
| [03:44.24] | It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory |
| [03:46.72][Verse 5] | |
| [03:48.89] | Uh, glory, hallelujah |
| [03:50.65] | Holy *******t, I can't hold this *******t, my bowel's looser |
| [03:53.54] | My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users |
| [03:56.32] | You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus |
| [03:59.60] | My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless |
| [04:02.64] | My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies |
| [04:05.52] | I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human |
| [04:08.55] | You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi |
| [04:12.72] | You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em |
| [04:25.90] | glory, hallelujah,I got 'em |
| [04:38.13] | I got 'em |
| [04:51.07] | I got 'em |
| [05:03.13] | I got 'em |
| ti: | |
| ar: | |
| al: | |
| [00:01.28][Verse 1] | |
| [00:28.05] | Woo, this that t they didn' t want me on |
| [00:30.65] | I' m ' bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone |
| [00:33.55] | Don' t need sugar, I need cream, I' m dark and strong |
| [00:36.69] | The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong |
| [00:39.57] | I' m on, I' m on, this that t they didn' t want |
| [00:43.16] | I act a ass and t a skunk, I will, I won' t |
| [00:45.96] | Black your eye like will. i. am, you Willy Wonka |
| [00:48.76] | That' s me in the Lam, I' m disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa |
| [00:51.49] | AK47 my business partner, business is swell |
| [00:54.77] | French kiss a , she don' t speak French, can' t kiss and tell |
| [00:57.76] | I push his ass in the wi n' well, then wish him well |
| [01:00.80] | Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I' m the quickest snail |
| [01:03.95] | From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell |
| [01:06.94] | I' m spittin' hail, I' m Clinton, well, I did inhale |
| [01:10.08] | These s frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls |
| [01:12.96] | Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails |
| [01:16.17] | Uh, glory, hallelujah |
| [01:19.65] | Holy t, I' m the holy t, I' m God' s manure |
| [01:22.38] | I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers |
| [01:25.46] | I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles |
| [01:28.44] | And now you sleep, I' m inside your room wit' a lot of shooters |
| [01:31.37] | You wake up to this chopper tool, it' s like, ' adoodle' |
| [01:34.42] | I' m awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate YooHoo |
| [01:37.40] | I' m hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory |
| [01:40.84][Verse 2] | |
| [01:43.53] | I' m awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate YooHoo |
| [01:46.47] | I' m hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new |
| [01:49.50] | I been a booboo since gaga googoo and Dada, FUBU |
| [01:52.53] | Make everybody that knew you booboo, I got them spooked too |
| [01:55.57] | I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther |
| [01:58.61] | I' m not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her |
| [02:01.48] | My white as a white beluga, I like bazookas |
| [02:04.56] | I' m high as lunar, I' m wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas |
| [02:07.60] | Woo, this that t you didn' t want me on |
| [02:10.68] | My louder than underarms and car alarms |
| [02:13.51] | Cheers, I said, ' Surprise', but couldn' t party long |
| [02:16.76] | I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board |
| [02:19.79] | But all this ' artist drawin' is the art of war |
| [02:22.57] | These s' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark |
| [02:25.71] | I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark |
| [02:28.68] | I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh? |
| [02:33.18] | Uh, glory, hallelujah |
| [02:35.16] | Holy t, I' m the t, PortaPotty Tunechi |
| [02:38.04] | Unload the Glock profusely, when sortin' out confusion |
| [02:41.11] | Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I' m goin' Tony Stewart |
| [02:44.16] | I' m on the fluid, I' m ruined, I' m cold as Boston Bruins |
| [02:47.01] | Lost in the shooshoo and who' s who and I lost influence |
| [02:50.14] | Lost my point of view ' til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it |
| [02:52.56] | It told me the truth, it said I' m the t and you party poopin' |
| [02:56.09] | Lord, oh, Lord |
| [02:57.26][Verse 4] | |
| [02:59.59] | Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe |
| [03:02.20] | I smell like money, I know broke s feel nauseated |
| [03:05.29] | The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car' s the latest |
| [03:08.38] | My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it |
| [03:11.21] | She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe |
| [03:14.14] | We got that white girl like in the ' 80s, that Marcia Brady |
| [03:17.33] | I ed Tracy like Warren Beatty, I' m warm as Haiti |
| [03:20.52] | I' m armed and lazy, I' m sprayin' until my arms is lazy |
| [03:23.29] | Pardon my mental, I' m higher than Continental |
| [03:26.18] | Went from flyin' roaches to flyin' without credentials |
| [03:29.07] | That' s private, tell the pilot, ' Be quiet, we need our privacy' |
| [03:31.90] | Throw you off this if you wired, justifiably |
| [03:35.09] | Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I' m wit' my whoadies |
| [03:38.22] | No snakes, no rodents, no adlibs, no chorus |
| [03:41.11] | No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory |
| [03:44.24] | It' s selfexplanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory |
| [03:46.72][Verse 5] | |
| [03:48.89] | Uh, glory, hallelujah |
| [03:50.65] | Holy t, I can' t hold this t, my bowel' s looser |
| [03:53.54] | My towel' s newer, my powder room is for powderusers |
| [03:56.32] | You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus |
| [03:59.60] | My tie is Lucas, my driver' s crusin', my partner' s ruthless |
| [04:02.64] | My flower' s rootless, my pocket' s roofless, she poppin' roofies |
| [04:05.52] | I' m not a student, I' m not assumin' I' m not a human |
| [04:08.55] | You are not immune to this kind of music, you got ' em, Tunechi |
| [04:12.72] | You got ' em, Tunechi, I got ' em |
| [04:25.90] | glory, hallelujah, I got ' em |
| [04:38.13] | I got ' em |
| [04:51.07] | I got ' em |
| [05:03.13] | I got ' em |
| ti: | |
| ar: | |
| al: | |
| [00:01.28][Verse 1] | |
| [00:28.05] | Woo, this that t they didn' t want me on |
| [00:30.65] | I' m ' bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone |
| [00:33.55] | Don' t need sugar, I need cream, I' m dark and strong |
| [00:36.69] | The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong |
| [00:39.57] | I' m on, I' m on, this that t they didn' t want |
| [00:43.16] | I act a ass and t a skunk, I will, I won' t |
| [00:45.96] | Black your eye like will. i. am, you Willy Wonka |
| [00:48.76] | That' s me in the Lam, I' m disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa |
| [00:51.49] | AK47 my business partner, business is swell |
| [00:54.77] | French kiss a , she don' t speak French, can' t kiss and tell |
| [00:57.76] | I push his ass in the wi n' well, then wish him well |
| [01:00.80] | Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I' m the quickest snail |
| [01:03.95] | From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell |
| [01:06.94] | I' m spittin' hail, I' m Clinton, well, I did inhale |
| [01:10.08] | These s frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls |
| [01:12.96] | Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails |
| [01:16.17] | Uh, glory, hallelujah |
| [01:19.65] | Holy t, I' m the holy t, I' m God' s manure |
| [01:22.38] | I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers |
| [01:25.46] | I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles |
| [01:28.44] | And now you sleep, I' m inside your room wit' a lot of shooters |
| [01:31.37] | You wake up to this chopper tool, it' s like, ' adoodle' |
| [01:34.42] | I' m awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate YooHoo |
| [01:37.40] | I' m hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory |
| [01:40.84][Verse 2] | |
| [01:43.53] | I' m awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate YooHoo |
| [01:46.47] | I' m hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new |
| [01:49.50] | I been a booboo since gaga googoo and Dada, FUBU |
| [01:52.53] | Make everybody that knew you booboo, I got them spooked too |
| [01:55.57] | I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther |
| [01:58.61] | I' m not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her |
| [02:01.48] | My white as a white beluga, I like bazookas |
| [02:04.56] | I' m high as lunar, I' m wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas |
| [02:07.60] | Woo, this that t you didn' t want me on |
| [02:10.68] | My louder than underarms and car alarms |
| [02:13.51] | Cheers, I said, ' Surprise', but couldn' t party long |
| [02:16.76] | I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board |
| [02:19.79] | But all this ' artist drawin' is the art of war |
| [02:22.57] | These s' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark |
| [02:25.71] | I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark |
| [02:28.68] | I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh? |
| [02:33.18] | Uh, glory, hallelujah |
| [02:35.16] | Holy t, I' m the t, PortaPotty Tunechi |
| [02:38.04] | Unload the Glock profusely, when sortin' out confusion |
| [02:41.11] | Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I' m goin' Tony Stewart |
| [02:44.16] | I' m on the fluid, I' m ruined, I' m cold as Boston Bruins |
| [02:47.01] | Lost in the shooshoo and who' s who and I lost influence |
| [02:50.14] | Lost my point of view ' til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it |
| [02:52.56] | It told me the truth, it said I' m the t and you party poopin' |
| [02:56.09] | Lord, oh, Lord |
| [02:57.26][Verse 4] | |
| [02:59.59] | Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe |
| [03:02.20] | I smell like money, I know broke s feel nauseated |
| [03:05.29] | The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car' s the latest |
| [03:08.38] | My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it |
| [03:11.21] | She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe |
| [03:14.14] | We got that white girl like in the ' 80s, that Marcia Brady |
| [03:17.33] | I ed Tracy like Warren Beatty, I' m warm as Haiti |
| [03:20.52] | I' m armed and lazy, I' m sprayin' until my arms is lazy |
| [03:23.29] | Pardon my mental, I' m higher than Continental |
| [03:26.18] | Went from flyin' roaches to flyin' without credentials |
| [03:29.07] | That' s private, tell the pilot, ' Be quiet, we need our privacy' |
| [03:31.90] | Throw you off this if you wired, justifiably |
| [03:35.09] | Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I' m wit' my whoadies |
| [03:38.22] | No snakes, no rodents, no adlibs, no chorus |
| [03:41.11] | No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory |
| [03:44.24] | It' s selfexplanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory |
| [03:46.72][Verse 5] | |
| [03:48.89] | Uh, glory, hallelujah |
| [03:50.65] | Holy t, I can' t hold this t, my bowel' s looser |
| [03:53.54] | My towel' s newer, my powder room is for powderusers |
| [03:56.32] | You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus |
| [03:59.60] | My tie is Lucas, my driver' s crusin', my partner' s ruthless |
| [04:02.64] | My flower' s rootless, my pocket' s roofless, she poppin' roofies |
| [04:05.52] | I' m not a student, I' m not assumin' I' m not a human |
| [04:08.55] | You are not immune to this kind of music, you got ' em, Tunechi |
| [04:12.72] | You got ' em, Tunechi, I got ' em |
| [04:25.90] | glory, hallelujah, I got ' em |
| [04:38.13] | I got ' em |
| [04:51.07] | I got ' em |
| [05:03.13] | I got ' em |
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