Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 6 Foot 7 Foot, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 28.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
6 Foot 7 Foot |
| Hey mr. |
| tally man, tally me banana |
| Daylight come and we wan' go home |
| Day me say day me say day me say day-o |
| Daylight come and we wan' go home |
| 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 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, what a f-ckin' 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 tunafish |
| Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch |
| Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch |
| I’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 muthaf-ckas 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 |
| 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 gunz, son of sam, you niggas 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 bald like cuba |
| And i keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya |
| I be macking, 'bout my stacking, now i pack like a mover |
| Shout to ratchet for backing 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 these 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 throwing 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 shooting when the funeral outside |
| I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a bx nigga, ya heard? |
| Gunna |