6 Foot 7 Foot - Lil Wayne/Cory Gunz.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : D. Carter/S. Crawford/P. Panky/W. Attawat/I. Bulgie
[00:00.183] 作曲 : Lil Wayne/Cory Gunz/Bangladesh/Lord Burgess/William Attaway
[00:00.366] 制作人 : Bangladesh
[00:00.550]Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[00:03.110]Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
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[00:05.980]Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
[00:08.830]Swagger down pat, call my bitch Patricia
[00:11.750]Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
[00:14.500]You don’t want start Weezy, ’cause the F is for Finisher
[00:17.410]So misunderstood, but what’s a World without enigma?
[00:20.260]Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
[00:23.400]Got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her
[00:26.100]Never met the bitch, but I **** her like I missed her
[00:28.860]Life is the bitch, and death is her sister
[00:31.690]Sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin’ family picture
[00:34.610]You know father time, we all know mother nature
[00:37.430]It’s all in the family, but I am of no relation
[00:40.260]No matter who’s buying, I’m a celebration
[00:43.210]Black and white diamonds, f-ck segregation
[00:46.300]**** that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
[00:48.900]Young Money running ****er and you niggas just runner-ups
[00:51.780]I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this shit
[00:54.650]Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
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[00:57.360]Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[01:00.230]Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
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[01:02.970]I’m goin’ back in
[01:03.420]Okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there stranded
[01:05.890]I think you stand under me if you don’t understand me
[01:08.820]Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
[01:11.630]But hoes gon’ be hoes, so I couldn’t blame Tammy
[01:14.570]Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
[01:17.360]I beat the beat up, call it self defense
[01:20.280]Swear man, I be seeing through these n-ggas like sequins
[01:23.800]N-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
[01:26.0]Talking to myself because I am my own consultant
[01:28.720]Married to the money, f-ck the world, that’s adultery
[01:31.670]You full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk
[01:34.390]Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
[01:37.400]Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
[01:40.420]Mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off
[01:43.160]Real n-gga all day and tomorrow
[01:45.900]But these muthaf-ckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
[01:48.880]Glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya
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[01:52.160]Try me and run into a wall, outfielder
[01:54.570]You know I’ma ball ’til they turn off the field lights
[01:57.380]The fruits of my labor, I enjoy ‘em while they still ripe
[02:00.260]Bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do
[02:03.900]If these n-ggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soon
[02:06.100]Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall
[02:08.478]I speak the truth, but I guess that’s a foreign language to y’all
[02:11.430]And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
[02:14.790]But most of y’all don’t get the picture ‘less the flash is on
[02:17.540]Satisfied with nothing, you don’t know the half of it
[02:20.340]Young Money, Cash Money
[02:23.130]Paper chasing, tell that paper, “Look, I’m right behind ya”
[02:25.930]Bitches, real G's move in silence like lasagna
[02:28.910]People say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda
[02:31.720]Woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her
[02:34.670]You n-ggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
[02:37.430]I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
[02:40.310]Yeah, with a swag you would kill for
[02:43.210]Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
[02:45.970]Jumped in a wi-****ing-ng well, now wish me well
[02:49.190]Tell ‘em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell
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[02:52.430]Word to my mama, I’m out of my lima bean
[02:54.860]Don’t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
[02:57.550]Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
[03:00.300]Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
[03:03.420]I played the side for you n-ggas that’s tryna front, and see
[03:06.800]Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me
[03:08.880]Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
[03:11.460]Disturb me, and you’ll be all over the flow like Luda
[03:14.290]Bitches, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bald like Cuba
[03:17.600]And I keep a killer ho, she gon’ blow right through ya
[03:20.0]I be mackin’, ’bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover
[03:22.900]Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
[03:25.550]N-ggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
[03:28.510]Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
[03:31.350]Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind
[03:33.700]I done told these f-ck n-ggas, so many times
[03:34.340]That I keep these bucks steady on my mind
[03:35.420]Tuck these, I f-ck these on your mind, pause
[03:37.370]To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love?
[03:39.870]Keep throwin’ my sign in the middle
[03:40.730]Hit ‘em up, piece on my side,
[03:41.470]Cause ain't no peace on my side, bitch
[03:43.329]I’m a man, I visit urinals abroad
[03:45.770]Tune told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside
[03:48.780]I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard?
[03:51.730]Gunna
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