Lil Wayne, Cory Gunz - 6 Foot 7 Foot lyrics

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

Ahem, excuse my charisma
Vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia and I am the commissioner
You no wan' start Weezy ‘cause
The 'F' is for finisher so misunderstood
But what's 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 fuck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch, and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin what
A fuckin' family picture
You know Father Time
And we all know Mother Nature
It's all in the family
But I am of no relation
No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration
Black and white diamonds fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up
You niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money runnin' shit
And you niggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough
So I'ma keep on doin' this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tuna Fish

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

(I'm goin' back in…) 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 seein' through these niggas like sequins
Niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
Talkin' to myself because I
Am my own consultant married to the money
Fuck the world that's adultery
You full of shit
You close your mouth and let yo' ass talk
Young Money eatin'
All you haters do is add salt
Stop playin', bitch
I got this game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp I fuck around
And cut my head off
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
But these motherfuckers talkin' 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 fruit's of my labor
I enjoy 'em while they still ripe
Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a king do
If these niggas animals
Then I'ma have a mink soon
Tell 'em bitches 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 nothin'
You don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look
I'm right behind ya"
Bitch, real Gs 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 niggas 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 wishin' well, now wish me well
Tell 'em kiss my ass, 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 hit's, bitch
Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you
Niggas that's tryna front, and see
Son of Gun, Son of Sam
You nigga's the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech
I glow like Buddha disturb me
And you'll be all over the flo' like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch
I'm bold like Cuba and I keep a killer ho
She gon' blow right through ya
I be mackin', 'bout my stackin'
Now I pack like a mover
Shout to ratchet for backin' out
On behalf of my shooter
Niggas think they high as I
I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch
But our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind
I done told these fuck niggas so many times
That I keep them bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I fuck 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, bitch
I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to
I'm shootin' when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga
Ya heard? Gunna