Lil Wayne - Glory lyrics

(Glory)

Woo, 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 puttin' on cologne
Aroma wrong 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 your eye like william, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lamb'
I'm disappearin' 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 a 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 gals
Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail
Spit out your nails

Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I'm the holy shit
I'm God's manure i know how to hack a
Jeweler 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) 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 hoo
I got them spooked too i drive in neutral
Shock the future like Dr luther
I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar
I'll sock it to her
My cocaine white as a white beluga
I like bazookas i'm high as lunar, I'm
Wilder than tigers, Nikes, pumas
Woo, this that shit you 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 drawin' board
But all this fuckin' 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 shit, I'm the shit, 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 shit and you party poopin'
Lord, oh, Lord

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 bitch if you wired
Justifiably
Hustle wit' a motive, you know this
I'm wit' my whoadies
No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
No stress, no worries
Hook you to a respiratory
It's self-explanatory, the glory
Is mandatory, glory

Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I can't hold this shit
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 tires Lucas, my driver's cruisin'
My partner's ruthless
My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless
She poppin' roofies i'm not a student
I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
You are not immune to this kind
Of music, you got 'em, tunechi
You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em

Glory, hallelujah (I got 'em, Glory)
I got 'em (I got 'em)
I got 'em