6 Foot 7 Foot (Lil Wayne & Cory Gunz Drum & Bass Re-Mix Party Tribute) - The Drums

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Six foot seven foot eight foot bunch

Excuse my charisma vodka with a spritzer

Swagger down pat call my sh*t Patricia

Young Money Malaysia

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**k 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**k segregation

F**k that sh*t my money up

You nggas just Honey Nut

Young Money running sh*t

And you nggas just runner ups

I don't feel I done enough

So I'ma keep on doing this sh*t

Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish

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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

Nggas think they He Men

Pow pow the end

Talking to myself because

I am my own consultant

Married to the money

F**k the world that's 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 b**ch

I got this game on deadbolt

Mind so sharp I f**k around

And cut my head off

Real n-gga all day and tomorrow

But these muthaf**kas 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 nggas 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

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 nggas 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

Yeah 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 come

I 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**k nggas

So many times

That I keep these bucks

Steady on my mind

Tuck these I f**k 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 ngga ya heard

Gunna

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