Lil Wayne – 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 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 fuck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin’ 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, fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner ups I don’t feel I done enough so I’ma keep on doing this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
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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 niggas like sequins Niggas think they He-Man, pow, pow, the end
Talking to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world, that’s adultery You full of shit, 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 fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these muthafuckas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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
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 niggas that’s tryin’ to front and see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas 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 Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind I done told these fuck niggas, so many times That I keep these bucks steady on my mind Tuck these, I fuck 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 nigga, ya heard? Gunna