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Artiste : Lil Wayne
Titre : 6 Foot 7 Foot
[Harry Belafonte]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[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

[Harry Belafonte]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[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

[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