• Artist: Lil Wayne f/ Corey Gunz
• Song Title: 6 Foot 7 Foot
• Album: n/a

Six-foot seven-foot eight-foot
Six-foot seven-foot eight-foot

Excuse my charisma Vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat call my s*** 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 b****es at the same time synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted cause she open when you twist her
Never met the b**** but I f***ed her like I missed her
Life is the b**** and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin what a f***ing 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*** segregation
F*** that s*** my money up you n****s just honey nut
Young Money running s*** and you naggas just runner ups
I don't feel I done enough so I'ma keep on doing this s***
Lil Tune-chi 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 hos gonna be hos 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 n****s like sequins
N****s think they he-men pow pow the end
Talking to myself because I am my own consultant
Married to the money f*** the world that's adultery
You full of s*** you close your mouth and let yo a** talk
Young Money eating all you haters do is add salt
Stop playing b**** I got this game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp I f*** around and cut my head off
Real n**** all day and tomorrow
But these muh'f***ers 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'm a ball til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor I enjoy em while they still ripe
B**** stop playing I do it like a king do
If these n****s animals then I'm a have a mink soon
Tell 'em b****es 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 unless 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
B**** 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 n****s 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 a** 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
Or I'm a scream hotter than summer sun on that Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits b**** Wayne signed a fiend
I play the side for you n****s that's tryna front and see
Son of Gunz Son of Sam you n****s 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
B**** I flow like scuba b**** I'm bold like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho she gonna blow right through ya
I be macking 'bout my stacking and now I pack like a mover
Shout the ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
N****s think they high as I I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold b**** but our actions is cooler
Wayne these n****s out they mind
I done told these f*** n****s so many times
That I keep them bucks steady on my mind
Touch these I buck these on your mind pause
To feed them on my grind
Can 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
B**** I'm a man I visit urinals abroad
???? tell me to I'm shooting when the funeral outside
I'm uptown thoroughbred a BX n**** ya heard
Gunna