Lil' Wayne - 6'7 Lyrics

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[Hook]

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 dont want start Weezy cause the F is for Finisher

So misunderstood but whats 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 f-ck her like I missed her

Life is the bitch and death is her sister

Sleep is the cousin what a f-ckin family picture

You know father time we all know mother nature

Its all in the family but I am of no relation

No matter whos buying Im 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 dont feel I done enough so Ima keep on doing this shit

Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish

[Hook]

Six-foot seven-foot eight-foot bunch

Six-foot seven-foot eight-foot bunch

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]

Im goin back in

Okay I lost my mind its somewhere out there stranded

I think you stand under me if you dont understand me

Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy

But hoes gon be hoes so I couldnt 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 thats 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 bitch 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 Ill spill ya

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Try me and run into a wall outfielder

You know Ima 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 n-ggas animals then Ima have a mink soon

Tell em bitches I say put my name on the wall

I speak the truth but I guess thats a foreign language to yall

And I call it like I see it and my glasses on

But most of yall dont get the picture less the flash is on

Satisfied with nothing you dont know the half of it

Young Money Cash Money

Paper chasing tell that paper Look Im right behind ya

Bitch real Gs move in silence like lasagna

People say Im borderline crazy sorta kinda

Woman of my dreams I dont sleep so I cant 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 em kiss my ass call it kiss and tell

[Cory Gunz]

Word to my mama Im out of my lima bean

Dont 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 n-ggas thats 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 youll be all over the flow like Luda

Bitch I flow like scuba bitch Im bald like Cuba

And I keep a killer ho she gon blow right through ya

I be mackin bout 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 bitch 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 throwin my sign in the middle

Hit em up piece on my side cause aint no peace on my side bitch

Im a man I visit urinals abroad

Tune told me to Im shooting when the funeral outside

Im uptown thoroughbred a BX n-gga ya heard?

Gunna

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