Six Foot Seven Foot - Lil Wayne Ft. Cory Gunz

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Old 11-Oct-2011
Six Foot Seven Foot - Lil Wayne Ft. Cory Gunz

01 - Six Foot Seven Foot

Song Name: Six Foot Seven Foot
Singer(s): Lil Wayne Ft. Cory Gunz
Music Director: Lil Wayne Ft. Cory Gunz

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 bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted ícause 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-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, 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, 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
Bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do
If these n-ggas animals, then Iíma have a mink soon
Tell Ďem bitches 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
Bitch, 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, bitch, 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
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, 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, 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 throwiní my sign in the middle
Hit Ďem up, piece on my side, ícause ainít no peace on my side, bitch
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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