Artist: Lil Wayne f/ Cory Gunz Album: Tha Carter IV Song: 6 Foot 7 Foot Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro/Chorus] Six foot, seven foot, eight foot, bunch! Six-six foot, seven foot, eight foot, bunch! [Lil Wayne] Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner Yadon't want 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 niggaz just Honey Nut Young Money runnin shit and you niggaz just runner-ups I don't feel I done enough so I'ma keep on doin this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish... [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Yeah.. 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 niggaz like sequins Niggaz 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 eating, 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 muh'fuckers 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 niggaz animals, then I'ma have a mink soon Tell them 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... Paper chasin tell that paper look I'm right behind ya Bitch 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 niggaz 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 them kiss my ass~! Call it kiss and tell [Cory Gunz] Yeahhhhh Word to my mama I'm outta 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-I played the side for you niggaz that's tryin to front and see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggaz 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 Kiva And I keep a killer hoe, she gon' blow right through ya I be macking 'bout my stackin and now I pack like a mover Shout to Ratchet for backin out on behalf of my shooter Niggaz think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold bitch, but our actions is cooler Wayne, these niggaz out they mind I done told these fuck niggaz 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 abroad Tune tell me to I'm shootin when the funeral outside [Chorus] [Cory Gunz - over Chorus] I'm Uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard? Gunna