6 Foot 7 Foot-Lil Wayne/Cory Gunz

[00:00.000] 作词 : D. Carter/S. Crawford/P. Panky/W. Attawat/I. Bulgie [00:00.183] 作曲 : Lil Wayne/Cory Gunz/Bangladesh/Lord Burgess/William Attaway [00:00.366] 制作人 : Bangladesh [00:00.550]Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [00:03.110]Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [00:05.460] [00:05.980]Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer [00:08.830]Swagger down pat, call my bitch Patricia [00:11.750]Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner [00:14.500]You don’t want start Weezy, ’cause the F is for Finisher [00:17.410]So misunderstood, but what’s a World without enigma? [00:20.260]Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers [00:23.400]Got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her [00:26.100]Never met the bitch, but I **** her like I missed her [00:28.860]Life is the bitch, and death is her sister [00:31.690]Sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin’ family picture [00:34.610]You know father time, we all know mother nature [00:37.430]It’s all in the family, but I am of no relation [00:40.260]No matter who’s buying, I’m a celebration [00:43.210]Black and white diamonds, f-ck segregation [00:46.300]**** that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut [00:48.900]Young Money running ****er and you niggas just runner-ups [00:51.780]I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this shit [00:54.650]Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish [00:55.910] [00:57.360]Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [01:00.230]Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [01:02.430] [01:02.970]I’m goin’ back in [01:03.420]Okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there stranded [01:05.890]I think you stand under me if you don’t understand me [01:08.820]Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy [01:11.630]But hoes gon’ be hoes, so I couldn’t blame Tammy [01:14.570]Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest [01:17.360]I beat the beat up, call it self defense [01:20.280]Swear man, I be seeing through these n-ggas like sequins [01:23.800]N-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end [01:26.0]Talking to myself because I am my own consultant [01:28.720]Married to the money, f-ck the world, that’s adultery [01:31.670]You full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk [01:34.390]Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt [01:37.400]Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt [01:40.420]Mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off [01:43.160]Real n-gga all day and tomorrow [01:45.900]But these muthaf-ckas talking crazy like they jaw broke [01:48.880]Glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya [01:51.610] [01:52.160]Try me and run into a wall, outfielder [01:54.570]You know I’ma ball ’til they turn off the field lights [01:57.380]The fruits of my labor, I enjoy ‘em while they still ripe [02:00.260]Bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do [02:03.900]If these n-ggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soon [02:06.100]Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall [02:08.478]I speak the truth, but I guess that’s a foreign language to y’all [02:11.430]And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on [02:14.790]But most of y’all don’t get the picture ‘less the flash is on [02:17.540]Satisfied with nothing, you don’t know the half of it [02:20.340]Young Money, Cash Money [02:23.130]Paper chasing, tell that paper, “Look, I’m right behind ya” [02:25.930]Bitches, real G's move in silence like lasagna [02:28.910]People say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda [02:31.720]Woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her [02:34.670]You n-ggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant [02:37.430]I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate [02:40.310]Yeah, with a swag you would kill for [02:43.210]Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder [02:45.970]Jumped in a wi-****ing-ng well, now wish me well [02:49.190]Tell ‘em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell [02:51.610] [02:52.430]Word to my mama, I’m out of my lima bean [02:54.860]Don’t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine [02:57.550]Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen [03:00.300]Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend [03:03.420]I played the side for you n-ggas that’s tryna front, and see [03:06.800]Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me [03:08.880]Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha [03:11.460]Disturb me, and you’ll be all over the flow like Luda [03:14.290]Bitches, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bald like Cuba [03:17.600]And I keep a killer ho, she gon’ blow right through ya [03:20.0]I be mackin’, ’bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover [03:22.900]Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter [03:25.550]N-ggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler [03:28.510]Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler [03:31.350]Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind [03:33.700]I done told these f-ck n-ggas, so many times [03:34.340]That I keep these bucks steady on my mind [03:35.420]Tuck these, I f-ck these on your mind, pause [03:37.370]To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love? [03:39.870]Keep throwin’ my sign in the middle [03:40.730]Hit ‘em up, piece on my side, [03:41.470]Cause ain't no peace on my side, bitch [03:43.329]I’m a man, I visit urinals abroad [03:45.770]Tune told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside [03:48.780]I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard? [03:51.730]Gunna [03:52.560]