Glory Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Woo, this that shit 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 shit they didn't want 

I act a ass and shit 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-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 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 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 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 

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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 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? 

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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' 

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 No stress, no worries, took 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 tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless 

My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies 

You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi 

You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em