[Hook]
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Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
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Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
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[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
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Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
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swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
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Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
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you don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher
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so misunderstood, but what's a World without enigma?
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two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
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got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
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never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her
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life is the bitch, and death is her sister
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sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture
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you know father time, we all know mother nature
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it's all in the family, but I am of no relation
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no matter who's buying, I'm a celebration
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black and white diamonds, fuck segregation
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fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
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Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner-ups
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I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this shit
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Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
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[Hook]
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Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
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Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
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[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
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I'm going back in
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okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
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I think you stand under me if you don't understand me
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had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
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but hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy
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just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
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I beat the beat up, call it self defense
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swear man, I be seeing through these niggas like sequins
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niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
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talking to myself because I am my own consultant
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married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery
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you full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk
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young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
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stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
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mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off
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real nigga all day and tomorrow
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but these muthafuckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
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glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya
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try me and run into a wall, outfielder
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You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights
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the fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe
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bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do
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if these niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon
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tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall
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I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all
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and I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
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but most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
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satisfied with nothing, you don't know the half of it
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Young Money, Cash Money
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paper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
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bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna
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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
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you niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
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I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
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yeah, with a swag you would kill for
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money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
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jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
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tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell
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[Cory Gunz]
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Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean
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don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
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llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
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now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
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I played the side for you niggas that's tryna front, and see
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son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me
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pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
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disturb me, and you'll be all over the flow like Luda
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bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bald like Cuba
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and I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya
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I be macking, 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover
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shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
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niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
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Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
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Wayne, these niggas out they mind
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I done told these fuck niggas, so many times
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that I keep these bucks steady on my mind
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tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause
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to feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love?
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keep throwing my sign in the middle
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| hit 'em up, piece on my |
