Lil Wayne - Glory (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Wayne - Glory (en) Lyrics
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 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
I'm hotter than honolulu,
glory unto you, glory
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 tyga's 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' art destroyed,
this 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?
Holy shit, I'm the shit,
porta-potty tunechi
Unload the glock profusely,
I'm soarin' 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, took
you to a respiratory
It's self-explanatory, the glory
is mandatory, glory
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
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
(I got 'em....)
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