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lil wayne – 6 foot 7 foot lyrics


6 foot 7 foot lyrics

six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
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 b-tches at the same time, synchronized swimmers got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her never met the b-tch but i f-ck her like i missed her
life is the b-tch and death is her sister sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin’ 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, f-ck segregation
f-ck that sh-t, my money up, you n-gg-s just honey nut young money running sh-t and you n-gg-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
six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
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 n-gg-s like sequins n-gg-s think they he-man, pow, pow, the end
talking to myself because i am my own consultant married to the money, f-ck the world, that’s adultery you full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo -ss talk young money eating, all you haters do is add salt
stop playing, b-tch, i got this game on deadbolt mind so sharp, i f-ck around and cut my head off real n-gg- all day and tomorrow but these m-th-f-ckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
gl-ss 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
b-tch, stop playing, i do it like a king do if these n-gg-s animals then i’ma have a mink soon tell ’em b-tches 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 gl-sses 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” b-tch, 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 n-gg-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 -ss, call it kiss and tell
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 h-ts, b-tch, wayne signed a fiend
i played the side for you n-gg-s that’s tryin’ to front and see son of gunz, son of sam, you n-gg-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 b-tch, i flow like scuba, b-tch, 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 n-gg-s think they high as i, i come laugh at your ruler cash money cold, b-tch, but our actions is cooler
wayne, these n-gg-s out they mind i done told these f-ck n-gg-s, so many times that i keep these bucks steady on my mind tuck these, i f-ck 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, b-tch
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 n-gg-, ya heard? gunna