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LIL WAYNE lyrics : "6 foot 7 foot"

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 %#@! 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 (*##$es at the same time, synchronized swimmers

Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her


Never met the (*##$ but I $#&@ her like I missed her




Life is the (*##$ and death is her sister


Sleep is the cousin, what a $#&@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, $#&@ segregation




$#&@ that %#@!, my money up, you ^!$$%s just Honey Nut


Young Money running %#@! and you ^!$$%s just runner ups

I don't feel I done enough so I'ma keep on doing this %#@!


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 ^!$$%s like sequins

^!$$%s think they He-Man, pow, pow, the end




Talking to myself because I am my own consultant


Married to the money, $#&@ the world, that's adultery

You full of %#@!, you close your mouth and let yo $$# talk

Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt




Stop playing, (*##$, I got this game on deadbolt


Mind so sharp, I $#&@ around and cut my head off

Real ^!$$% all day and tomorrow

But these mutha$#&@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




(*##$, stop playing, I do it like a king do

If these ^!$$%s animals then I'ma have a mink soon

Tell 'em (*##$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"

(*##$, 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 ^!$$%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 $$#, 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 hits, (*##$, Wayne signed a fiend



I played the side for you ^!$$%s that's tryin' to front and see

Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you ^!$$%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

(*##$, I flow like scuba, (*##$, 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

^!$$%s think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler

Cash Money cold, (*##$, but our actions is cooler



Wayne, these ^!$$%s out they mind

I done told these $#&@ ^!$$%s, so many times

That I keep these bucks steady on my mind

Tuck these, I $#&@ 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, (*##$



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 ^!$$%, ya heard?

Gunna

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