Lil Wayne - 6 Foot 7 Foot (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Wayne - 6 Foot 7 Foot (en) Lyrics
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
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-Men, 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 tryna 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
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