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πŸ‘€ Lil Wayne Featuring Cory Gunz β€’ 🎼 Billboard 2011 Year-End Hot 100 Songs β€’ ⏱️ 4:09
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⏱️ 4:09 duration
πŸ†” ID: 1630274

πŸ“œ Lyrics

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 cousinβ€”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)

⏱️ Synced Lyrics

[00:00.15] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[00:02.68] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[00:05.42] Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
[00:08.43] Swagger down pat; call my shit Patricia
[00:11.23] Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
[00:13.98] You no wan' start Weezy, 'cause the 'F' is for finisher
[00:17.03] So misunderstood, but what's a world without enigma?
[00:19.80] Two bitches at the same time; synchronized swimmers
[00:22.72] Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
[00:25.63] Never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her
[00:28.48] Life is the bitch, and death is her sister
[00:31.37] Sleep is the cousinβ€”what a fuckin' family picture!
[00:34.26] You know Father Time, and we all know Mother Nature
[00:37.09] It's all in the family, but I am of no relation
[00:39.83] No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration
[00:42.77] Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation!
[00:45.56] Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
[00:48.55] Young Money runnin' shit, and you niggas just runner-ups
[00:51.23] I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doin' this shit
[00:54.15] Lil Tunechi or Young Tuna Fish
[00:56.44] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch (Yeah)
[00:59.80] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[01:01.86] I'm goin' back in...
[01:02.57] Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
[01:05.11] I think you stand under me if you don't understand me
[01:08.58] Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
[01:11.35] But hoes gon' be hoes,, so I couldn't blame Tammy
[01:14.21] Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetest
[01:17.13] I beat the beat up, call it self-defense
[01:19.82] Swear, man, I be seein' through these niggas like sequins
[01:22.67] Niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
[01:25.69] Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant
[01:28.39] Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery
[01:31.39] You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo' ass talk
[01:34.32] Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt
[01:37.13] Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
[01:39.98] Mind so sharp I fuck around and cut my head off
[01:43.05] Real nigga all day and tomorrow
[01:45.54] But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy like they jaw broke
[01:48.50] Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya
[01:51.49] Try me and run into a wall, outfielder
[01:54.22] You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights
[01:56.98] The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe
[01:59.85] Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a king do
[02:02.72] If these niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon
[02:05.71] Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall
[02:08.02] I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all
[02:11.09] And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
[02:14.47] But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
[02:17.16] Satisfied with nothin', you don't know the half of it
[02:19.95] Young Money, Cash Money, uh
[02:22.81] Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
[02:25.55] Bitch, real Gs move in silence like lasagna
[02:28.41] People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta, kinda
[02:31.28] Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't find her
[02:34.26] You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
[02:37.19] I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
[02:40.64] Yeah, with a swag you would kill for
[02:42.98] Money too strong; pockets on bodybuilder
[02:45.62] Jumped in a wishin' well, now wish me well
[02:48.85] Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell, yeah
[02:51.86] Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean
[02:54.31] Don't wanna see what that drama mean
[02:56.05] Get some Dramamine
[02:57.35] Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
[03:00.13] Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
[03:02.98] I played the side for you niggas that's tryna front, and see
[03:05.84] Son of Gun, Son of Sam, you nigga's the son of me
[03:08.69] Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
[03:11.02] Disturb me, and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda
[03:13.94] Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bold like Cuba
[03:16.88] And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya
[03:19.65] I be mackin', 'bout my stackin', now I pack like a mover
[03:22.43] Shout to ratchet for backin' out on behalf of my shooter
[03:25.33] Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
[03:28.18] Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
[03:30.85] Wayne, these niggas out they mind
[03:32.45] I done told these fuck niggas so many times
[03:33.87] That I keep them bucks steady on my mind
[03:35.22] Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause
[03:37.01] To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love
[03:38.81] Keep throwin' my sign in the middle
[03:39.84] Hit 'em up, piece on my side
[03:41.06] 'Cause ain't no peace on my side, bitch
[03:43.02] I'm a man, I visit urinals with pride
[03:45.32] Tune told me to, I'm shootin' when the funeral outside
[03:48.43] I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard? Gunna
[03:51.62] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
[03:54.17] Gimme money banana (Hey)
[03:55.32] Gimme money banana (Hey)
[03:56.63] Gimme money banana (Hey)
[03:58.04] Gimme money banana (Hey)
[03:59.58] Gimme money banana (Hey)
[04:01.15] Gimme money banana (Hey)
[04:02.40] Gimme money banana (Hey)
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