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Video Karaoke 6 Foot 7 Foot - Lil Wayne & Cory Gunz

Este tema es una versión de 6 Foot 7 Foot, que popularizó Lil Wayne

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Mismo tempo que el original: 84 BPM

Tonalidad idéntica al original: LA♭

Duración: 04:08 - Escuchar en: 00:51


Fecha de publicación: 2010
Géneros: Rap & Hip-Hop, En inglés
Compositor original: Lord Burgess, Greg Attaway, Peter Pankey, Shondrae Crawford, Lil Wayne

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Letra 6 Foot 7 Foot

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 to start Weezy 'cos 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 'cos 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 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 and young Tunafish
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 muthafuckas 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 'till 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
Uh 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
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 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 I 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 'cos 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 thorough bred a
BX nigga ya heard?

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