Lil Wayne ft. Cory Gunz – 6 Foot 7 Foot (Instrumental)

Download another hot old mp3 free audio song by Lil Wayne ft. Cory Gunz and this amazing music is titled “6 Foot 7 Foot (Instrumental)”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an old album which is titled ‘Tha Carter IV’ and it was released in the year 2011.

 

Music Video below!.

 

Lil Wayne ft. Cory Gunz 6 Foot 7 Foot Lyrics

[Chorus: Harry Belafonte]

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

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

 

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Ahem, 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

 

[Chorus: Harry Belafonte]

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

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

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

(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

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]

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 abroad

Tune told me to, I’m shootin’ when the funeral outside

I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard? Gunna

 

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