6 Foot 7 Foot

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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 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 (Yeah)
 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 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'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, 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, 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, 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 with pride
 Tune told me to, I'm shootin' when the funeral outside
 I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard? Gunna
 Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
 Gimme money banana (Hey)
 Gimme money banana (Hey)
 Gimme money banana (Hey)
 Gimme money banana (Hey)
 Gimme money banana (Hey)
 Gimme money banana (Hey)
 Gimme money banana (Hey)
 

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Duration
04:08
Key
2
Tempo
79 BPM

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