Glory
(专辑: Free Weezy Album - 2015)
(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 putting 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 disappearing 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
wishing well, then wish him well Sipping syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the
quickest snail From here to Hell, I
hear them hail, I
give them hell I'm spitting 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
drawing board But all this fucking artist drawing 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 sorting out confusion Your motor mouth keep vrooming, I'm going 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 talking to it It told me the
truth, it said I'm the
shit and you party pooping Lord, oh, Lord Am I
talking 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 spraying until my arms is lazy Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental Went from flying cockroaches to flying 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 cruising, my partner's ruthless My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she popping roofies I'm not a
student, I'm not assuming 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