LIL WAYNE – Glory Chords for Guitar and Piano

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This song is from the album FWA(2015), released on 03 July 2015.
This album was produced by ONHEL, Infamous , Avenue Beatz. It is originally in the key of F# Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 78 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.
Vocals: Lil Wayne ,
Producer(s): ONHEL, Infamous , Avenue Beatz,
Writer(s): Lil Wayne,

 
Original Key: F# Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 78
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]
 
 [Intro]
 F#m    D
 (Glory)
 
 [VERSE ONE]
 F#m
 Woo, this that shit they didn't want me on
 F#m
 I'm 'bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone
 F#m
 Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong
 F#m
 The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong
 
 F#m
 I'm on, I'm on, this that shit they didn't want
 F#m
 I act a ass and shit a skunk, I will, I won't
 F#m
 Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
 F#m
 That's me in the Lamb', I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
 
 F#m
 AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
 F#m
 French kiss a bitch, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell
 F#m
 I push his ass in a wishin' well, then wish him well
 F#m
 Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail
 
 F#m
 From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell
 F#m
 I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale
 F#m
 These niggas frail, they Chip and Dale, they little gals
 F#m
 Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails
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 [CHORUS]
 F#m     C#m        C#m
 Uh, glory, hallelujah
 C#m
 Holy shit, I'm the holy shit, I'm God's manure
 F#m                      E
 I know how to hack a jeweler ward and not computers
 C#m
 I meditate like a Buddhist, holy ramen noodles
 F#m                        E
 And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters
 C#m
 You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, "cock-a-doodle"
 F#m                                 E
 I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
 C#m                                          D
 I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you (Glory)
      F#m
 Glory
 
 [VERSE TWO]
 F#m
 I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo
 F#m
 I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new
 F#m
 I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU
 F#m
 Make everybody that knew you boo-hoo, I got them spooked too
 
 F#m
 I drive in neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther
 F#m                       D
 I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I'll sock it to her
 F#m
 My cocaine white as a white beluga, I like bazookas
 F#m
 I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas
 
 F#m
 Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on
 F#m
 My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
 F#m
 Cheers, I said, "Surprise," but couldn't party long
 F#m
 I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board
 
 F#m
 But all this fuckin' artist drawin' is the art of war
 F#m                                   D
 These niggas soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark
 F#m
 I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark
 F#m
 I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh?
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 [CHORUS]
 F#m    E             C#m
 Uh, glory, hallelujah
 C#m
 Holy shit, I'm the shit, Porta-Potty Tunechi
 F#m                     E                        C#m
 Unload the Glock profusely when sortin' out confusion
 C#m
 Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart
 
 F#m                        E
 I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins
 C#m
 Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence
 F#m                              E 
 Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it
 C#m
 It told me the truth, it said I'm the shit and you party poopin'
 D
 Lord, oh, Lord
 
 [VERSE THREE]
 F#m
 Am I talkin' crazy? Too much coffee maybe
 F#m
 I smell like money, I know broke niggas feel nauseated
 F#m
 The broads elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest
 F#m
 My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it    
 
 F#m
 She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
 F#m
 We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady
 F#m
 I dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti
 F#m
 I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy
 
 F#m
 Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental
 F#m
 Went from flyin' cockroaches to flyin' without credentials
 F#m
 That's private, tell the pilot, "Be quiet, we need our privacy"
 F#m
 Throw you off this bitch if you wired, justifiably
 
 F#m
 Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies
 F#m
 No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus
 F#m
 No stress, no worries, hook you to a respiratory
 F#m
 It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory

 [CHORUS]
 F#m     E            C#m
 Uh, glory, hallelujah
  C#m
 Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
 F#m                  E
 My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
 C#m
 You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
 
 F#m                               E
 My tires Lucas, my driver's cruisin', my partner's ruthless
 C#m
 My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies
 F#m                        E
 I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
 C#m
 You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi
 D
 You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em
 
 [OUTRO]
 F#m
 Glory, hallelujah (I got 'em)
 F#m
 (Glory)
 F#m
 I got 'em
 F#m
 (I got 'em)
 F#m
 I got 'em

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