Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Glory of War, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 29.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Glory of War |
| Stevie Wonder on the pianos |
| Geechi Liberace in the building |
| Ray Charles on the flute |
| Ahh |
| Sway wallabies, I follow policies |
| Always give her game every time she swallow me |
| Shootin' blanks, but you gotta hit the chart at least |
| Seen a lot of young MCs even die for peace |
| Niggas posting pictures while I’m posted in Belize |
| Spent those lonely rainy nights just praying on my knees |
| Being overseas is a daily routine |
| Young niggas traveling the world, that’s just been in our genes |
| Put the gang together, now you niggas traumatized |
| Kilos and koofis, King Tut during Ramadan |
| Scramble like I’m #9 during the summertime |
| Doubling back #1, I’m doubling back around |
| Drop DC4 then shut Atlantic down |
| 8 figure nigga, tell me how those numbers sound |
| Hit the Bay and let Berner know that I want a pound |
| In LA, get the Bentley truck just to run around |
| 305 nigga 'til they gun me down |
| Little kids in the streets gotta come in the house |
| When the shots ring, even cops pause |
| Niggas full of bullet holes which is not boss |
| Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math |
| Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back |
| It’s leather, 80 bands |
| Middle of the floor, time for the money dance |
| It’s a time for politics and it’s a time to kill |
| Fast break and we coming like the Cavaliers |
| I could turn a nigga city to a battlefield |
| And my biggest flaw really was my lack of fear |
| Big Ducky in Fruit Town, he 2000 |
| Tony in H-Town with the coupes out |
| These my niggas on call and we bring the suits out |
| Pool party, it’s popping like Uncle Luke house |
| Fake niggas, it’s time that we pull ya skirts up |
| At the table and pussy niggas ain’t worth nothing |
| Couple shooters gotta keep 'em in a line |
| Nothing really than still alive |
| Niggas body dropping like a holocaust |
| The glory of war really your mama loss |
| First time all your kids got to play together |
| Holding hands, bow our heads, let us pray together |
| Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math |
| Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back |
| It’s leather bed 80 bands |
| Middle of the floor, time for the money dance |
| I cut off some more friends and family members |
| Hope they know I’m the raw nigga, a cold villain |
| Haters still hating 50 million later |
| I’mma tell you like a player, better get some paper |
| Still can’t believe it all as I walk my halls |
| Rarely speak to these niggas screaming, «Free my dogs» |
| Little homie didn’t rob, but he took the charge |
| Dade County niggas still behind them bars |