6 Foot, 7 Foot Lyrics

Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat Cory Gunz)
Album: Tha Carter IV
Year: 2011

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[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
Uh um, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money Militia, and I am the commissioner
You don’t 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’mma keep on doin’ this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish, hah!

I’m goin’ back in

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
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 motherfuckas 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’mma ball ’til they turn off the field lights
The fruits 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’mma 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…
Uh, 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

[Verse 3 – Cory Gunz]
Yeah, word to my mama, I’m out of my Lima bean
Don’t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
Llama steam, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I play the side for you niggas that’s tryna front and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas 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
Bitch I flow like scuba, bitch I’m bold like Cuba
And I keep a killer hoe, she gon’ blow right through ya
I be mackin’ I’m ’bout, my stackin’ amount, I pack like a mover
Shout the ratchet for backin’ out on behalf of my shooter
Niggas think they high as I, I’ll come laugh at ya ruler
Cash Money cold bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they minds
I done told these fuck niggas somethin’ hundred times
That I keep these bucks, they be on my mind
Touch these I’mma bust these on your mind, pause
Tough feet I’m on my grind, give the beat a little up 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 with pride
If Tune tell me to, I’m shootin’ when his funeral outside
I’m uptown thorough breaded BX nigga ya heard, Gunna

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