Lil Wayne - 6 Foot 7 Foot Lyrics (2024)

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Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunchSix-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunchAhem excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzerSwagger down pat, call my sh*t PatriciaYoung Money militia, and I am the commissionerYou don't want 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 f*ck her like I missed herLife is the bitch, and death is her sisterSleep is the cousin, we're a f*ckin' family pictureYou know father time, we all know mother natureIt's all in the family, but I am of no relationNo matter who's buying, I'm a celebrationBlack and white diamonds, f*ck segregationF*ck that sh*t, my money up, you nigg*s just Honey NutYoung Money running sh*t and you nigg*s just runner-upsI don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this sh*tLil Tunechi or Young TunafishSix-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunchSix-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunchI'm going back inOkay, 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 TammyJust talked to moms, told her she the sweetestI beat the beat up, call it self defenseSwear man, I be seeing through these nigg*s like sequinsnigg*s think they He-Men, pow, pow, the endTalking to myself because I am my own consultantMarried to the money, f*ck the world, that's adulteryYou full of sh*t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talkYoung Money eating, all you haters do is add saltStop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadboltMind so sharp, I f*ck around and cut my head offReal nigg* all day and tomorrowBut these mu'f*ckers talking 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 ripeBitch, stop playing, I do it like a king doIf these nigg*s 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'allAnd 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 nothing, you don't know the half of itYoung Money, Cash MoneyPaper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"Bitch, real G's 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 nigg*s are gelatin, peanuts to an elephantI got through that sentence like a subject and a predicateYeah, with a swag you would kill forMoney too strong, pockets on bodybuilderJumped in a wishing well, now wish me wellTell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tellWord to my mama, I'm out of my lima beanDon't wanna see what that drama mean, guess I'm DramamineLlama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queenNow all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiendI played the side for you nigg*s that's tryna front, and seeSon of Gunz, Son of Sam, you nigg*s the son of mePause for this dumber speech, I glow like BuddhaDisturb me, and you'll be all over the flow like LudaBitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bold like CubaAnd I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through yaI be macking, 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a moverShout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooternigg*s think they high as I, I come laugh at your rulerCash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is coolerWayne, these nigg*s out they mindI done told these f*ck nigg*s, so many timesThat I keep these bucks steady on my mindTuck these, I f*ck these on your mind, pauseTo feed them, on my grind, gonna need a little luckKeep throwing 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 abroadTune told me to, I'm shooting when the funeral outsideI'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigg*, ya heard?Gunna

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