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2016-12-28

  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 shit 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 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 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-ck segregation

  F-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut

  Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups

  I don’t feel I done enough, so I’ma keep on doing this shit

  Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish

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

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

  I’m goin’ 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 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

  N-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end

  Talking to myself because I am my own consultant

  Married to the money, f-ck 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, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt

  Mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off

  Real n-gga all day and tomorrow

  But these muthaf-ckas 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

  Bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do

  If these n-ggas 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 nothing, you don’t know the half of it

  Young Money, Cash Money

  Paper chasing, tell that paper, “Look, I’m right behind ya”

  Bitch, 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-ggas 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

  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 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

  Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, 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, I come laugh at your ruler

  Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler

  Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind

  I done told these f-ck n-ggas, so many times

  That I keep these 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 abroad

  Tune told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside

  I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard?

  Gunna

  QQ:254282609

  Lrc by Loren Mt from LK Lyrics Group

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