Lil Wayne Lyrics 6 Foot 7 Foot

Lil Wayne Lyrics - 6 Foot 7 Foot lyrics

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"6 Foot 7 Foot"
(feat. Cory Gunz)

[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
swagger down pat, call my sh!t Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
you don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher
so misunderstood, but what's a World without enigma?
two bit@#es at the same time, synchronized swimmers
got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
never met the bit@#, but I fu@# her like I missed her
life is the bit@#, and death is her sister
sleep is the cousin, what a fu@#in' family picture
you know father time, we all know mother nature
it's all in the family, but I am of no relation
no matter who's buying, I'm a celebration
black and white diamonds, fu@# segregation
fu@# that sh!t, my money up, you ni$$@s just Honey Nut
Young Money running sh!t and you ni$$@s just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this sh!t
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish

[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
I'm going back in
okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don't understand me
had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
but hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy
just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self defense
swear man, I be seeing through these ni$$@s like sequins
ni$$@s think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
talking to myself because I am my own consultant
married to the money, fu@# the world, that's adultery
you full of sh!t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk
young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
stop playing, bit@#, I got this game on deadbolt
mind so sharp, I fu@# around and cut my head off
real ni$$@ all day and tomorrow
but these muthafu@#as talking crazy like they jaw broke
glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya
try me and run into a wall, outfielder
You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights
the fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe
bit@#, stop playing, I do it like a king do
if these ni$$@s animals, then I'ma have a mink soon
tell 'em bit@#es I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all
and I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
but most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
satisfied with nothing, you don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
paper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
bit@#, real G's move in silence like lasagna
people say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't find her
you ni$$@s are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
yeah, with a swag you would kill for
money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell

[Cory Gunz]
Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean
don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
now all I want is hits, bit@#, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you ni$$@s that's tryna front, and see
son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you ni$$@s the son of me
pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
disturb me, and you'll be all over the flow like Luda
bit@#, I flow like scuba, bit@#, I'm bald like Cuba
and I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya
I be macking, 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover
shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
ni$$@s think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bit@#, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these ni$$@s out they mind
I done told these fu@# ni$$@s, so many times
that I keep these bucks steady on my mind
tuck these, I fu@# these on your mind, pause
to feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love?
keep throwing my sign in the middle
hit 'em up, piece on my side, 'cause ain't no peace on my side, bit@#
I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I'm shooting when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX ni$$@, ya heard?
Gunna

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