Marc E. Bassy - Glory lyrics
[Marc E. Bassy - Glory lyrics]
Ooh hmm, hmm (O oh)
Ooh hmm, hmm (O oh)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Yeah get the shrooms and the coke ready, uh
'Bout to step out on my lady
My new one tryna turn me up
Barely old enough to hit the club with me
But I be up and she hold me down
(Hold me down)
I be sad when she's not around (Not around)
Yeah she told me that I should chill
But I got free will, baby
Glory was the name of
The baddest bitch I've ever seen
She, sold me on some type of dream
I'm, lonely when I'm not between her lover
Glory was the name of
The baddest bitch I've ever seen
She, sold me on some type of dream
I'm, lonely when I'm not between her lover
Fuckboy confessions
At least I'm not a broke boy though
I know you woke but you also want a moschino
I'm in my zone again and
My feels gettin' petty
'Bout to go bad on every
Bitch that never let me
Every DM I said "What's up?"
And "How you doin'?"
Ashley, Kareen, Christine, Audrey
You could've chose 'em
Jesus said "Love your enemy"
But that's my ego and my ego is the part
In me that's hurtin' people
Tryna find the other half like
I have no equal
I'm back on road, I saw her once
I'm tryna peep the sequel tryna three-peat
Since my dubs couldn't do it
I got two freaks
I got the speaks slappin' on music
Fuck with me and get some money
Fuck with me and get some money
Father we take this shit
The harder it's to really love me
I know, I know
I know my gang move like a bunch of thieves
Holdin' back the years
Pushin' thirty but we act like teens
Ooh yeah duffle bag, red Supreme
Hundred K in cash and I might just
Like Tha Carter I I I
I pray to the same angels
And read the same scriptures
As the righteous man
It's just how interpretations differ
I see it in a stripper, I see it in a hustler
How could I judge? I'm
A motherfuckin' best customer
I write this shit but really angels
Put me up on game i got a special one
She even taught me how to sing (Oh yeah)
Glory was the name (Was the name) of
The baddest bitch I've ever seen (Ever seen)
She, sold me on some type of dream
I'm, lonely when I'm not between your love
Glory was the name of
The baddest bitch I've ever seen
(Oh oh, ooh)
She, sold me on some type of dream
I'm, lonely when I'm not between your love
She probably with my homie by now
Probably talkin' to my homie by now
Talkin' to my homie by now
She probably talkin' to my homie by now
Yeah, I know you talkin' to my homie by now
Probably talkin' to my homie by now
(Probably by now)
Probably talkin' to my homie by now
Probably talkin' to my homie by now
(yeah by now)
Probably talkin' to my homie by now
Oh na, na na, na na oh na, na na, na na
Oh na, na na, na na, yeah
Oh na, na na, na na
Probably talkin' to my homie by now
Oh na, na na, na na
Probably talkin' to my homie by now, yeah
Oh na, na na, na na
Probably talkin' to my homie by now, yeah
Yeah oh na, na na, na na
Oh na, na na, na na oh na, na na, na na
Oh na, na na, na na
Ooh hmm, hmm (O oh)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Yeah get the shrooms and the coke ready, uh
'Bout to step out on my lady
My new one tryna turn me up
Barely old enough to hit the club with me
But I be up and she hold me down
(Hold me down)
I be sad when she's not around (Not around)
Yeah she told me that I should chill
But I got free will, baby
Glory was the name of
The baddest bitch I've ever seen
She, sold me on some type of dream
I'm, lonely when I'm not between her lover
Glory was the name of
The baddest bitch I've ever seen
She, sold me on some type of dream
I'm, lonely when I'm not between her lover
Fuckboy confessions
At least I'm not a broke boy though
I know you woke but you also want a moschino
I'm in my zone again and
My feels gettin' petty
'Bout to go bad on every
Bitch that never let me
Every DM I said "What's up?"
And "How you doin'?"
Ashley, Kareen, Christine, Audrey
You could've chose 'em
Jesus said "Love your enemy"
But that's my ego and my ego is the part
In me that's hurtin' people
Tryna find the other half like
I have no equal
I'm back on road, I saw her once
I'm tryna peep the sequel tryna three-peat
Since my dubs couldn't do it
I got two freaks
I got the speaks slappin' on music
Fuck with me and get some money
Fuck with me and get some money
Father we take this shit
The harder it's to really love me
I know, I know
I know my gang move like a bunch of thieves
Holdin' back the years
Pushin' thirty but we act like teens
Ooh yeah duffle bag, red Supreme
Hundred K in cash and I might just
Like Tha Carter I I I
I pray to the same angels
And read the same scriptures
As the righteous man
It's just how interpretations differ
I see it in a stripper, I see it in a hustler
How could I judge? I'm
A motherfuckin' best customer
I write this shit but really angels
Put me up on game i got a special one
She even taught me how to sing (Oh yeah)
Glory was the name (Was the name) of
The baddest bitch I've ever seen (Ever seen)
She, sold me on some type of dream
I'm, lonely when I'm not between your love
Glory was the name of
The baddest bitch I've ever seen
(Oh oh, ooh)
She, sold me on some type of dream
I'm, lonely when I'm not between your love
She probably with my homie by now
Probably talkin' to my homie by now
Talkin' to my homie by now
She probably talkin' to my homie by now
Yeah, I know you talkin' to my homie by now
Probably talkin' to my homie by now
(Probably by now)
Probably talkin' to my homie by now
Probably talkin' to my homie by now
(yeah by now)
Probably talkin' to my homie by now
Oh na, na na, na na oh na, na na, na na
Oh na, na na, na na, yeah
Oh na, na na, na na
Probably talkin' to my homie by now
Oh na, na na, na na
Probably talkin' to my homie by now, yeah
Oh na, na na, na na
Probably talkin' to my homie by now, yeah
Yeah oh na, na na, na na
Oh na, na na, na na oh na, na na, na na
Oh na, na na, na na