โหลดเพลง mp3 6 Foot 7 Foot (Lil Wayne & Cory Gunz Drum & Bass Re-Mix Party Tribute) - The Drums

6 Foot 7 Foot (Lil Wayne & Cory Gunz Drum & Bass Re-Mix Party Tribute) - The Drums
Six foot seven foot eight foot bunch
Six foot seven foot eight foot bunch
Excuse my charisma vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat call my sh*t Patricia
Young Money Malaysia
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**ches at the same time
Synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted
'Cause she open when you twist her
Never met the b**ch
But I f**k her like I missed her
Life is the b**ch
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**k segregation
F**k that sh*t my money up
You nggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running sh*t
And you nggas just runner ups
I don't feel I done enough
So I'ma keep on doing this sh*t
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish

Six foot seven foot eight foot bunch
Six foot seven foot eight foot bunch
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 seeing
Through these n ggas like sequins
Nggas think they He Men
Pow pow the end
Talking to myself because
I am my own consultant
Married to the money
F**k the world that's adultery
You full of sh*t you close
Your mouth and let yo ass talk
Young Money eating
All you haters do is add salt
Stop playing b**ch
I got this game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp I f**k around
And cut my head off
Real n-gga all day and tomorrow
But these muthaf**kas 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'ma ball 'til they
Turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor
I enjoy 'em while they still ripe
B**ch stop playing I do
It like a king do
If these nggas animals
Then I'ma have a mink soon
Tell 'em b**ches 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
Paper chasing tell that paper
Look I'm right behind ya
B**ch 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 nggas 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
Yeah 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**ch 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
Disturb me and you'll be
All over the flow like Luda
B**ch I flow like scuba b**ch
I'm bald like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho
She gon' blow right through ya
I be mackin' '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 come
I laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold b**ch
But our actions is cooler
Wayne these n-ggas out they mind
I done told these f**k nggas
So many times
That I keep these bucks
Steady on my mind
Tuck these I f**k 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**ch
I'm a man I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to I'm shooting
When the funeral outside

I'm uptown thoroughbred
A BX ngga ya heard
Gunna
Six foot seven foot eight foot bunch