《Glory》歌词

[00:00:00] Glory - Lil Wayne

[00:00:27] Woo, this that shit they didn't want me on

[00:00:29] I'm about to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone

[00:00:33] Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong

[00:00:36] The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong

[00:00:39] I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want

[00:00:42] I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't

[00:00:45] Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka

[00:00:48] That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa

[00:00:51] AK-47 my business partner, business is swell

[00:00:54] French kiss a bitch,

[00:00:55] she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell

[00:00:57] I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well

[00:01:00] Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail

[00:01:03] From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell

[00:01:06] I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale

[00:01:09] These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls

[00:01:12] Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails

[00:01:16] Uh, glory, hallelujah

[00:01:19] Holy shit, I'm the holy shit I'm God's manure

[00:01:22] I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers

[00:01:25] I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles

[00:01:27] And now you sleep,

[00:01:29] I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters

[00:01:31] You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like,

[00:01:33] 'Cock-a-doodle'

[00:01:34] I'm awkward, cuckoo,

[00:01:35] I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo

[00:01:37] I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory

[00:01:39] I'm awkward, cuckoo,

[00:01:42] I'm awkward, cuckoo,

[00:01:43] I'm awkward, cuckoo,

[00:01:44] I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo

[00:01:46] I'm hotter than Honolulu,

[00:01:47] my clothes and socks and shoes new

[00:01:49] I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU

[00:01:52] Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too

[00:01:55] I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther

[00:01:58] I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her

[00:02:01] My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas

[00:02:04] I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas

[00:02:07] Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on

[00:02:10] My weed louder than underarms and car alarms

[00:02:13] Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long

[00:02:16] I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board

[00:02:19] But all this fuckin' artist drawin' is the art of war

[00:02:22] These niggas' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark

[00:02:25] I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark

[00:02:28] I whip the work like tartar sauce,

[00:02:30] you want it hard or raw, huh?

[00:02:33] Uh, glory, hallelujah

[00:02:34] Holy shit , I'm the shit , Porta-Potty Tunechi

[00:02:37] Unload the Glock profusely, when sortin' out confusion

[00:02:40] Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart

[00:02:43] I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins

[00:02:46] Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence

[00:02:49] Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror,

[00:02:51] start talkin' to it

[00:02:52] It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit

[00:02:54] and you party poopin'

[00:02:55] Lord, oh, Lord

[00:02:59] Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe

[00:03:01] I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated

[00:03:05] The broads' elated, my boys are faded,

[00:03:06] my car's the latest

[00:03:07] My bars the greatest,

[00:03:08] they rated X like Marvel made it

[00:03:10] She caught the babies, she barfed the babies,

[00:03:12] they orphans maybe

[00:03:14] We got that white girl like in the '80s,

[00:03:15] that Marcia Brady

[00:03:17] I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty,

[00:03:19] I'm warm as Haiti

[00:03:20] I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy

[00:03:23] Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental

[00:03:25] Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin'

[00:03:27] without credentials

[00:03:28] That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet,

[00:03:30] we need our privacy'

[00:03:32] Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably

[00:03:35] Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies

[00:03:38] No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus

[00:03:41] No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory

[00:03:44] It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory

[00:03:48] Uh, glory, hallelujah

[00:03:50] Holy shit , I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser

[00:03:53] My towel's newer,

[00:03:54] my powder room is for powder-users

[00:03:56] You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus

[00:03:59] My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin',

[00:04:01] my partner's ruthless

[00:04:02] My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless,

[00:04:04] she poppin' roofies

[00:04:05] I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human

[00:04:07] You are not immune to this kind of music,

[00:04:10] you got 'em, Tunechi

[00:04:12] You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em