Avenue Beatz - Glory lyrics

[Produced by Avenue Beatz, Infamous and Onhel] [Verse 1] Woo, this that sh** 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 sh** they didn't want I act a a** and sh** 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 b**h, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell I push his a** 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 n***as 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 sh**, I'm the holy sh**, I'm God's manure I know how to hack a j**eller 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, 'co*k-a-doodle' I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory [Verse 2] 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-boo, 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 sock it to her My c**aine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas Woo, this that sh** 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 f**in' artist drawin' is the art of war These n***as' 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? [Verse 3] Uh, glory, hallelujah Holy sh**, I'm the sh**, 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 sh** and you party poopin' Lord, oh, Lord [Verse 4] Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe I smell like money, I know broke n***as 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' co*kroaches to flyin' without credentials That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy' Throw you off this b**h 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 [Verse 5] Uh, glory, hallelujah Holy sh**, I can't hold this sh**, 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 crusin', my partner's ruthless My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies I'm not a student, I'm not a**umin' 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