Lilia Feat. Lacey Crystal 6 Foot 7 Foot (By Lil Wayne)

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Lil Wayne

Dwayne Michael Carter Jr. (born September 27, 1982),[3] known professionally as Lil Wayne, is an American rapper, singer, songwriter and record executive.. He is commonly regarded as one of the most influential hip hop artists of his generation,[4] and often cited as one of the greatest rappers of all time.[5][6] His career began in 1995, at the age of 12, when he was signed by rapper Birdman, joining Cash Money Records as the youngest member of the label.[7] From then on, Wayne was the flagship artist of Cash Money Records before ending his association with the company in June 2018.[8]

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[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

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

[Verse 1: Lilia]

Excuse my charisma,
vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat; call my shit 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 bitches at the same
time; synchronized 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 fuckin' 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*ck segregation!
F*ck that shit, my money up,
you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money runnin' shit, and
you niggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough, so
I'ma keep on doin' this shit
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: Lilia]
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 niggas like sequins
Niggas think they He-Men,
pow, pow, the end
Talkin' to myself because
I am my own consultant
Married to the money, f*ck
the world; that's adultery
You full of shit, you close
your mouth and let yo' ass talk
Young Money eatin', all
you haters do is add salt
Stop playin', bitch, I
got this game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp I f*ck
around and cut my head off
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
But these motherfuckers talkin'
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
Bitch, stop playin', I
do it like a king do
If these niggas animals,
then I'ma have a mink 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 nothin', you
don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
Paper chasin', tell that paper,
"Look, I'm right behind ya"
Bitch, 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 niggas 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 wishin'
well, now wish me well
Tell 'em kiss my ass,
call it kiss and tell

[Verse 3: Lacey Crystal]

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 niggas
that's tryna front, and see
Son of Gun, Son of Sam,
you nigga'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
Bitch, I flow like scuba,
bitch, I'm bold like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she
gon' blow right through ya
I be mackin', 'bout my stackin',
[Lilia And Lacey]
now I pack like a mover
Shout to ratchet for backin'
out on behalf of my shooter
Niggas think they high as I,
I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch,
but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind
I done told these f*ck
niggas so many times
That I keep them bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I f*ck 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, bitch
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 nigga, ya heard? Gunna

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