Edward "Jewfro" Lidow - 6 Foot 7 Foot lyrics

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Edward "Jewfro" Lidow - 6 Foot 7 Foot lyrics

[Produced by Bangladesh] [Hook] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat; call my sh** 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 b**hes at the same time; synchronized swimmers Got the girl twisted ‘cause she open when you twist her Never met the b**h, but I f** her like I missed her Life is the b**h, and d**h is her sister Sleep is the cousin – what a f**in' 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; f** segregation! f** that sh**, my money up, you n***as just Honey Nut Young Money runnin' sh**, and you n***as just runner-ups I don't feel I done enough, so I'mma keep on doin' this sh** Lil Tunechi or Young Tuna Fish [Hook] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch I'm goin' back in… [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] 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 n***as like sequins n***as think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, f** the world; that's adultery You full of sh**, you close your mouth and let yo' a** talk Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt Stop playin', b**h, I got this game on deadbolt Mind so sharp I f** around and cut my head off Real n***a all day and tomorrow But these motherf**ers talkin' crazy like they jaw broke Gla** half empty, half full, I'll spill ya Try me and run into a wall; outfielder You know I'mma ball 'til they turn off the field lights The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe b**h, stop playin', I do it like a king do If these n***as animals, then I'mma have a mink soon Tell 'em b**hes 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 gla**es 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" b**h, 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 n***as are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swag you would k** for Money too strong; pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishin' well, now wish me well Tell 'em kiss my a**, call it kiss and tell [Verse 3: 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, b**h, Wayne signed a fiend I played the side for you n***as that's tryna front, and see Son of Gun, Son of Sam, you n***a'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 b**h, I flow like scuba, b**h, I'm bold like Cuba And I keep a k**er 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 n***as think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold, b**h, but our actions is cooler Wayne, these n***as out they mind I done told these f** n***as so many times That I keep them bucks steady on my mind Tuck these, I f** 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, b**h I'm a man, I visit urinals with pride Tune told me to, I'm shootin' when the funeral outside I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n***a, ya heard? Gunna