Glory To The Lord Lyrics - Singles - King Los

Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord 

I popped a bottle told the whole story to my boys 

I got a rollie on my wrist (Glory to the Lord) 

Plus I got my homies getting rich (Glory to the Lord) 

At the club like (Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord) 

He let the sun shine on a nigga from the hood 

Man, I done made it off the block (Glory to the Lord) 

Let's pop a hundred bottles screaming out (Glory to the Lord) 

Glory to the Lord 

If they hate every style you sport 

If you know you paid and you made it out in court 

And your baby mama took you off child support 

You at the club like 

Glory to the Lord 

Like, like what else you could say 

But, but roll me up a good J 

And, and let me show you how the hood pray 

We be like 

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Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord 

I mean I could've been broke in a Honda Accord 

Now I don't rock it if it don't say Tom Ford 

Black tuxedo on with some Concords, screaming out 

Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord 

I mean you know it's a war, you know it's a war 

Every time I hit the floor pray, you know it's your boy 

You know it's a joy, when I wake up and I whip that Porsche 

And they screaming ay nigga are you gon' hit that Forbes 

I'm like bitch of course, bitch of course 

Bitch I'm gorgeous, I wasn't given choice 

And I switch the course 

If money talks, bitch i'm hoarse 

And I'm sick of the arguing 

And the conversation is seem like it's too hard to win 

All you wanna do is bring up all of my flaws again 

Man I'm so flawed, Oh God 

You never love me halfway you do the whole job 

Light up my path let me be my own star 

As I look back man shit was so hard 

Now it's food on the table so my niggas don't starve 

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At the club like 

(Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord) 

I tried a bottle told the whole story to my boys 

I got a rollie on my wrist (Glory to the Lord) 

Plus i got my homies getting rich (Glory to the Lord) 

At the club like 

(Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord) 

He let the sun shine on a nigga from the hood 

Man i done made it off the block (Glory to the Lord) 

Let's pop a hundred bottles screaming out (Glory to the Lord) 

Glory to the Lord 

If they hate every style you sport 

If you know you paid and you made it out in court 

And your baby mama took you off child support 

You at the club like 

Glory to the Lord 

Ohhh, let's have a toast to comin' up 

Still getting money, King 

You used to say "you couldn't afford it," my nigga 

You shit talking to a toilet, my nigga 

I ain't even had to trap, right 

Now all my cars imported 

And I'm like (Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord) 

Aye man, Robert made it out, Glory to the Lord 

I rolled up, blowed up, man just to keep a peace of mind (Glory to the Lord) 

I street perform and I swear it was so motherfucking cold outside (Glory to the Lord) 

Just maybe it was something I couldn't afford 

Now I rock the kind of shit that ain't never in stores 

First thing imma say after every award (Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord) 

Penthouse suite feel like God when I look down 

Glory to the Lord, I'm the R&B James Brown 

I hear 'em hating I thank Jesus that I ain't them 

Swag on heaven let the church say Amen 

Shawty is the shit, no Manure 

Booty so big, Hallelujah 

And all my niggas paid now, Glory to the Lord 

And all my bills paid now, Glory to the Lord 

And we gon' pop a hundred bottles every club I host 

And I got all my homies with me that's the Homie Ghost 

Church 

Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord 

I pop a bottle told the whole story to my boys 

I got a rollie on my wrist (Glory to the Lord) 

Plus i got my homies getting rich (Glory to the Lord) 

At the club like 

(Glory to the Lord, Glory to the Lord) 

He let the sunshine on a nigga from the hood 

Man i done made it off the block, Glory to the Lord 

Let's pop a hundred bottles screaming out glory to the Lord 

(Glory to the Lord) 

If they hate every style you sport 

If you know you paid and you made it out in court 

And your baby mama took you off child support 

You at the club like 

(Glory to the Lord) 

Like what else you could say 

But, but roll me up a good J 

And, and let me show you how the hood pray 

We be like (Glory to the Lord)