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6 Foot 7 Foot (feat. Corey Gunz)

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunchAhem 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 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, we're a fuckin' family picture

You know father time, we all know mother nature

It's all in the family, but I am of no relation

No matter who's buying, I'm a celebration

Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation

Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut

Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner-ups

I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this shit

Lil Tunechi or Young TunafishSix-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunchI'm going 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 seeing through these niggas like sequins

Niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end

Talking 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 playing, 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 mu'fuckers talking 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 playing, 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 nothing, you don't know the half of it

Young Money, Cash Money

Paper chasing, 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 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 wishing well, now wish me well

Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell

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