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6 Foot 7 Foot Lyrics
6 Foot 7 Foot Lyrics

6 Foot 7 Foot Lyrics

6 Foot 7 Foot Song Lyrics by Lil Wayne

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunchSix-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzerSwagger down pat; call my shit PatriciaYoung Money militia, and I am the commissionerYou no wan’ start Weezy, ’cause the ‘F’ is for finisherSo misunderstood, but what’s a world without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time; synchronized swimmersGot the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist herNever met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed herLife is the bitch, and death is her sisterSleep is the cousin—what a fuckin’ family picture!
You know Father Time, and we all know Mother NatureIt’s all in the family, but I am of no relationNo matter who’s buyin’, I’m a celebrationBlack and white diamonds, fuck segregation!
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey NutYoung Money runnin’ shit, and you niggas just runner-upsI don’t feel I done enough, so I’ma keep on doin’ this shitLil Tunechi or Young Tuna Fish
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch (Yeah)Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunchI’m goin’ back in…
Okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there strandedI think you stand under me if you don’t understand meHad my heart broken by this woman named TammyBut hoes gon’ be hoes, , so I couldn’t blame Tammy
Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetestI beat the beat up, call it self-defenseSwear, man, I be seein’ through these niggas like sequinsNiggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
Talkin’ to myself because I am my own consultantMarried to the money, fuck the world, that’s adulteryYou full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo’ ass talkYoung Money eatin’, all you haters do is add saltStop playin’, bitch, I got this game on deadboltMind so sharp I fuck around and cut my head off
Real nigga all day and tomorrowBut these motherfuckers talkin’ crazy like they jaw brokeGlass half empty, half full, I’ll spill yaTry me and run into a wall, outfielderYou know I’ma ball ’til they turn off the field lightsThe fruits of my labor, I enjoy ’em while they still ripe
Bitch, stop playin’, I do it like a king doIf these niggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soonTell ’em bitches I say put my name on the wallI 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 onBut most of y’all don’t get the picture ‘less the flash is onSatisfied with nothin’, you don’t know the half of itYoung Money, Cash Money, uh
Paper chasin’, tell that paper, “Look, I’m right behind ya”Bitch, real Gs move in silence like lasagnaPeople say I’m borderline crazy, sorta, kindaWoman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find herYou niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephantI got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swag you would kill forMoney too strong; pockets on bodybuilderJumped in a wishin’ well, now wish me wellTell ’em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell, yeah
Word to my mama, I’m out of my lima beanDon’t wanna see what that drama meanGet some DramamineLlama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queenNow all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you niggas that’s tryna front, and seeSon of Gun, Son of Sam, you nigga’s the son of mePause for this dumber speech, I glow like BuddhaDisturb me, and you’ll be all over the flo’ like LudaBitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I’m bold like CubaAnd I keep a killer ho, she gon’ blow right through ya
I be mackin’, ’bout my stackin’, now I pack like a moverShout to ratchet for backin’ out on behalf of my shooterNiggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your rulerCash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mindI done told these fuck niggas so many timesThat I keep them bucks steady on my mindTuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause
To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little loveKeep throwin’ my sign in the middleHit ’em up, piece on my side‘Cause ain’t no peace on my side, bitchI’m a man, I visit urinals with prideTune told me to, I’m shootin’ when the funeral outsideI’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard? Gunna
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunchGimme money banana (Hey)Gimme money banana (Hey)Gimme money banana (Hey)Gimme money banana (Hey)Gimme money banana (Hey)Gimme money banana (Hey)Gimme money banana (Hey)

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