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[00:21.15]Glory
[00:27.77]Woo, this that shit they didn't want me on
[00:30.67]I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
[00:33.74]Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
[00:36.87]The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong
[00:39.67]I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
[00:42.78]I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
[00:45.73]Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
[00:48.63]That's me in the Lamb', I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
[00:51.68]AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
[00:54.56]French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
[00:57.72]I push his ass in the wishin' well, then wish him well
[01:00.77]Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
[01:03.72]From here to hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
[01:07.06]I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
[01:10.10]These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls
[01:12.77]Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
[01:17.33]Uh, glory, hallelujah
[01:19.56]Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
[01:21.96]I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers
[01:25.51]I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles
[01:28.49]And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters
[01:31.43]You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, "Cock-a-doodle"
[01:34.42]I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
[01:37.37]I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you (Glory)
[01:42.02]Glory
[01:43.53]I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
[01:46.54]I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
[01:49.33]I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
[01:52.59]Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too
[01:55.39]I drive in neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther
[01:58.49]I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her
[02:01.66]My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
[02:04.46]I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas
[02:07.83]Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on
[02:10.74]My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
[02:13.64]Cheers, I said, "Surprise", but couldn't party long
[02:16.62]I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board
[02:19.67]But all this fuckin' artist drawin' is the art of war
[02:22.38]These niggas soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
[02:25.41]I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
[02:28.54]I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?
[02:33.20]Uh, glory, hallelujah
[02:35.07]Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
[02:37.66]Unload the Glock profusely, when sortin' out confusion
[02:40.87]Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
[02:43.87]I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins
[02:46.93]Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
[02:49.70]Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
[02:52.63]It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
[02:56.00]Lord, oh, Lord
[02:59.02]Am I talkin' crazy? Too much coffee maybe
[03:02.03]I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
[03:05.04]The broads elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
[03:08.14]My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it
[03:11.01]She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
[03:14.36]We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
[03:17.08]I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
[03:20.26]I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
[03:23.19]Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
[03:25.67]Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
[03:28.75]That's private, tell the pilot, "Be quiet, we need our privacy"
[03:32.08]Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
[03:35.04]Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
[03:38.52]No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chrous
[03:41.12]No stress, no worries, hook you to a respiratory
[03:44.28]It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory
[03:46.97]Uh, glory, hallelujah
[03:50.74]Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
[03:53.56]My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
[03:56.75]You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
[03:59.64]My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless
[04:03.00]My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies
[04:05.86]I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
[04:08.41]You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi
[04:15.17]You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em
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[04:26.03]Glory, hallelujah (I got 'em)
[04:31.49](Glory)
[04:37.81]I got 'em (I got 'em)
[04:42.24](I got 'em)
[04:48.32]I got 'em
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