paroles de chanson 6 Foot 7 Foot - lil wayne , Cory Gunz
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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