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    Default Lil Wayne Ft. Cory Gunz - Six Foot Seven Foot

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    Lyrics of Six Foot Seven Foot

    Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
    Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

    [Lil Wayne Verse 1]
    Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
    Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
    Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
    You donít want start Weezy, ícause the F is for Finisher
    So misunderstood, but whatís a World without enigma?
    Two *****es at the same time, synchronized swimmers
    Got the girl twisted ícause she open when you twist her
    Never met the *****, but I f-ck her like I missed her
    Life is the *****, and death is her sister
    Sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckiní family picture
    You know father time, we all know mother nature
    Itís all in the family, but I am of no relation
    No matter whoís buying, Iím 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 donít feel I done enough, so Iíma 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 Verse 2]
    Iím goiní back in
    Okay, I lost my mind, itís somewhere out there stranded
    I think you stand under me if you donít understand me
    Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
    But hoes goní be hoes, so I couldnít 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, thatís 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, *****, 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, Iíll spill ya
    Lil Wayne 6'7 lyrics found on

    Try me and run into a wall, outfielder
    You know Iíma ball ítil they turn off the field lights
    The fruits of my labor, I enjoy Ďem while they still ripe
    *****, stop playing, I do it like a king do
    If these n-ggas animals, then Iíma have a mink soon
    Tell Ďem *****es I say put my name on the wall
    I speak the truth, but I guess thatís a foreign language to yíall
    And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
    But most of yíall donít get the picture Ďless the flash is on
    Satisfied with nothing, you donít know the half of it
    Young Money, Cash Money
    Paper chasing, tell that paper, ďLook, Iím right behind yaĒ
    *****, real Gís move in silence like lasagna
    People say Iím borderline crazy, sorta kinda
    Woman of my dreams, I donít sleep so I canít 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 Ďem kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell

    [Cory Gunz]
    Word to my mama, Iím out of my lima bean
    Donít 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 n-ggas thatís 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 youíll be all over the flow like Luda
    *****, I flow like scuba, *****, Iím bald like Cuba
    And I keep a killer ho, she goní blow right through ya
    I be mackiní, íbout 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, *****, 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 throwiní my sign in the middle
    Hit Ďem up, piece on my side, ícause ainít no peace on my side, *****
    Iím a man, I visit urinals abroad
    Tune told me to, Iím shooting when the funeral outside
    Iím uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard?



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