Six-foot seven-foot eight-foot bunch
Six-foot seven-foot eight-foot bunch
Excuse my charisma vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat call my sh*t 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 b**ches at the same time synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
Never met the b**ch but I f-ck her like I missed her
Life is the b**ch and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin what a f-ckin' 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 f-ck segregation
F-ck that sh*t my money up you n-ggas
Just Honey Nut
Young Money running sh*t and you n-ggas
Just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough so I'ma keep
On doing this sh*t
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
Six-foot seven-foot eight-foot bunch
Six-foot seven-foot eight-foot bunch
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
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 that's adultery
You full of sh-t you close your
Mouth and let yo a** talk
Young Money eating all you haters do is add salt
Stop playing b**ch 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 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
B**ch stop playing I do it like a king do
If these n-ggas animals then I'ma
Have a mink soon
Tell 'em b**ches 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”
B**ch 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 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 a** 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 b**ch Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you n-ggas
That's 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 you'll be all over the flow like Luda
B**ch I flow like scuba b**ch I'm 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 b**ch 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 ain't no peace on my side b**ch
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 n-gga ya heard
Gunna
6 Foot 7 Foot (A Tribute To Lil Wayne feat Cory Gunz) - Future Hit Makers
Six-foot seven-foot eight-foot bunch
Excuse my charisma vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat call my sh*t 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 b**ches at the same time synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
Never met the b**ch but I f-ck her like I missed her
Life is the b**ch and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin what a f-ckin' 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 f-ck segregation
F-ck that sh*t my money up you n-ggas
Just Honey Nut
Young Money running sh*t and you n-ggas
Just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough so I'ma keep
On doing this sh*t
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
Six-foot seven-foot eight-foot bunch
Six-foot seven-foot eight-foot bunch
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
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 that's adultery
You full of sh-t you close your
Mouth and let yo a** talk
Young Money eating all you haters do is add salt
Stop playing b**ch 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 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
B**ch stop playing I do it like a king do
If these n-ggas animals then I'ma
Have a mink soon
Tell 'em b**ches 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”
B**ch 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 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 a** 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 b**ch Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you n-ggas
That's 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 you'll be all over the flow like Luda
B**ch I flow like scuba b**ch I'm 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 b**ch 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 ain't no peace on my side b**ch
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 n-gga ya heard
Gunna
6 Foot 7 Foot (A Tribute To Lil Wayne feat Cory Gunz) - Future Hit Makers
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