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      6 Foot 7 Foot (Feat. Cory Gunz)

      6 Foot 7 Foot (Feat. Cory Gunz)

      Lil Wayne

      Album: Tha Carter IV Deluxe Edition

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      Lil Wayne - 6 Foot 7 Foot (Feat. Cory Gunz) Música y Letra

      Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
      Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
      [Lil Wayne Verso 1]
      Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
      swagger down pat, call my shit 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 bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
      got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her
      never met the bitch, but I f-ck her like I missed her
      life is the bitch, 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 shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut
      Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups
      I don’t feel I done enough, so I’ma keep on doing this shit
      Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
      Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
      Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
      [Lil Wayne Verso 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 n-ggas like sequins
      n-ggas think they He-Men, 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 ass talk
      young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
      stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
      mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off
      real n-gga all day and tomorrow
      but these muthaf-ckas 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
      bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do
      if these n-ggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soon
      tell ‘em bitches 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”
      bitch, 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-ggas 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 Verso 3]
      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, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
      I played the side for you n-ggas that’s tryna front, and see
      son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas 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
      bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, 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-ggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
      Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
      Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind
      I done told these f-ck n-ggas, 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, bitch
      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-gga, ya heard?

      Lil Wayne - 6 Foot 7 Foot (Feat. Cory Gunz) Música y Letra






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