Album Name

FWA

Artist

Lil Wayne

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.07.03

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

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 will.i.am
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