Lil Wayne新单6 Foot 7 Foot 恶搞《盗梦空间》

[Hook]

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch



[Lil Wayne Verse 1]

Excuse my charisma 1, vodka with a spritzer

swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia

Young Money militia 2, and I am the commissioner 3

you don’t want start Weezy, ’cause the F is for Finisher

so misunderstood, but what’s a World without enigma 4?

two bitches at the same time, synchronized 5 swimmers

got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her

never met the bitch, but I f-ck 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, f-ck segregation 6

f-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut

Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups

I don’t feel I done enough, so I’ma keep on doing this shit

Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish



[Hook]

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch



[Lil Wayne Verse 2]

I’m going back in

okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there stranded 8

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 9

swear man, I be seeing through these n-ggas like sequins

n-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end

talking to myself because I am my own consultant 10

married to the money, f-ck the world, that’s adultery

you full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo ass 11 talk

young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt

stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt

mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off

real n-gga all day and tomorrow

but these muthaf-ckas talking crazy like they jaw 12 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 13, I enjoy ‘em while they still ripe

bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do

if these n-ggas animals, then I’ma have a mink 14 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

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woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her

you n-ggas 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



[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 n-ggas that’s tryna front, and see

son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me

pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha 15

disturb me, and you’ll be all over the flow like Luda

bitch, I flow like scuba 16, bitch, I’m bold like Cuba

and I keep a killer 17 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

n-ggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler

Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler

Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind

I done told these f-ck n-ggas, so many times

that I keep these bucks 18 steady on my mind

tuck these, I f-ck these on your mind, pause

Two feet, I'm 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 7 told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside

I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard?

Gunna