Lil' Wayne - 6'7" Lyrics (ft. Cory Gunz)

Lil' Wayne - 6'7" (ft. Cory Gunz)

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

[Lil Wayne Verse 1]
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

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

[Lil Wayne Verse 2]
I’m going 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

[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, 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 macking, ’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 throwing 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

T-Wayne - Hoes and Ladies Lyrics (Lil Wayne & T-pain)

T-Wayne - Hoes and Ladies (Lil Wayne & T-pain)

[T-Pain & Smoke- Chorus]
And you if give a f-ck that your firends stuck up
and she don’t wanna mess up her hair
and if you wanna f-ck, like I wanna f-ck
put your muthaf-cking hands in the air
I’m on 5 hour energy, Nuvo and Hennessy
so what you wanna do little baby

now all my ladies in the house say hoe
and all my hoes in the house say lady

[T-Pizzle]
I’m so considerate
I never quit a bitch, noooo
no matter how many n-ggas hit
or how many d-ck she licked
I please that clitoris
I give her a kiss and shit
when other n-ggas don’t stay long enough they
get the digits and split
if aint nobody telling you that you are pretty
thats just because you are and they do not want to admit it
look at all that ass, you aint got to have titties
at least you part of the itty bitty committee really?
you gon let em style on you
or you can let em talk
hop up in this Lamborghini baby go on let em walk
stop hanging round them stupid bitches you’d be better off
them hoes dirty birds, Atlanta Hawks
go on wear them granny draws
matter of fact go put that dress on and dont wear any draws and come sit on Santa Claus
we can take some pictures with the islands in the back drop
we can go to PC but you’ll still be my laptop
[T-Pain & Smoke- Chorus]
And you if give a f-ck that your firends stuck up
and she don’t wanna mess up her hair
and if you wanna f-ck, like I wanna f-ck
put your muthaf-cking hands in the air
I’m on 5 hour energy, Nuvo and Hennessy
so what you wanna do little baby


now all my ladies in the house say hoe
and all my hoes in the house say lady

[Lil Wayne]
Kiss her on the thigh make her p-ssy hole cry
they say numbers dont lie, lets try 69
kiss her on her lips let her p-ssy hole drip
she cant even walk to the bathroom she gotta skip
kiss her on her cheek, make her p-ssy lips speak
no she pulling on my locks, kiss thou Sheek, ha
kiss her on her breasts, east and west
and then I go south
and clean up my mess
no stop signs, no red lights
she put on a show, no stage fright
and then I f-ck her right
and she say f-cking right
she climb on top that mountain
and ride that mountain bike
she keep it nice and wet like Armour All
she keep a close shave like barber sole
but all in all she’s just Weezy baby

[T-Pain & Smoke- Chorus]
And you if give a f-ck that your firends stuck up
and she don’t wanna mess up her hair
and if you wanna f-ck, like I wanna f-ck
put your muthaf-cking hands in the air
I’m on 5 hour energy, Nuvo and Hennessy
so what you wanna do little baby

now all my ladies in the house say hoe
and all my hoes in the house say lady

Lil Wayne feat. Drake - Right Above It Lyrics

Lil Wayne feat. Drake - Right Above It

Who really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley Gee, bro
Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I'm tryna tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
My real friends never hearin' from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find the floor
Plus I just sipped and so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on
It's Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right

Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first

Meet me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X Games
Guns turn you boys into bitches, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my game like Jesse James
Women all possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the p-p-plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple 8, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't push me

Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on
It's Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first

How do he say what's never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
Limpin' off tour 'cause I made more off my second leg
Bird-bi-birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, niggas in apartments
N-now, c'mon, be my blood donor
Flow so nice, she ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under that
Damn, where you stumbled out?
From where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
You know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, bitch, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat

Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on
It's Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right

Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first

Lil' Wayne - Do It Again Lyrics

Lil' Wayne - Do It Again

[Boosie:]
Lil boosie bad ass and I wanna know if you a do it again baby girl, you know what I'm talkin bout, if you a press rewind if I ain't have shit, make a nigga wonder sometime fa real (ohhh oooohh do it againnnn, do it againnn)

[Verse 1:]
Now if I ain't have shit would she still love, a nigga hair all nappy underarms musty, if I wasn't boosie bad ass would she still fuck me, tell the truth would me n you ever had an discussion, would you do it again, get away from all your friends, would you still be happy if I ain't have no bens sometimes I ask myself, would she forgive me for them other kids I had on her long night on the corner all the nights I jumped on her, chill mama but mama just a little girl, I'm 17 she 15 we having a little girl, she keep it guttah gotta give her dat, she say she tired but if she tired tell me why she ain't leave yet, never had a job over a week I really spoiled her when we go eat she beyonce and I'm sean carter, if I worked at burger king and approached you smelling like onion rings would she do half the things she done to me

[Chorus:]
If I could'ntgive you the finer thangs, the money and the whips and the diamond rings
Would you do it again
I wanna know, I wanna know
Would you do it again
I wanna know I wanna know
And if I didn't have my baller status
And if you didn't have the 7 [?]
Would you do it again
I wanna know I wanna know
Would you do it again
I wanna know I wanna know

[Verse 2:]
If she brought me home to her mama, she disagree with her decision, would you wild out if she threatened to put her child out, would she still go get them birds for me slang that syrup for me be at court extra early for me (sometimes I ask myself) put her on her first plane, told her do her thang took her to emmitt 5 g's on a pinky ring, if I wasn't boosie boo would she ride for me, would she had layed down took that pain and have that child for me, she kept it real from the start she ease my brain, was it the chain, was it the game, was it the name, she stayed faithful that's why I love her through thick n thin, made visits n commisary when I hit that pin, I had my homework she had her homework, she went from drawers to thong work I'm a fool with it, if I worked at mickey d's and hooked you up with a #3 would you be nice and give your number to me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
With all the money I got and all the whips that I buy if I ain't have nothing would you still be by my side, if I ain't have this status no purple jus reggie if I ain't have no daddy I'd be diggin [?], I'll still be selling off the store no fresh golds no fresh clothes no bad hoes sad hoes girl would you still be my hoe, no fendi no prada no gucci can't buy that would you still lay under me at night time in the projects, no diamond chains from emmit a honda no bentley, would you still go low if I ain't have this image no sean john cologne no deodorant my odor strong, would I fuck these red bones if I ain't have my bread long, rewind my lifetime you prolly wouldn't have fuck me, no showers on my grind you prolly wouldn't have suck'd me, just rewind my lifetime you prolly wouldn't have fuck'd me no showers on my grind you prolly wouldn't have suck'd me

[Chorus]

Lil Wayne -Talk That Lyrics

Lil Wayne -Talk That (Lost Verse)

…ass Weezy, never in a bad mood
3boy I talk sh-t like I swallowed a bathroom
girl give me vacuum, do it til her lips drool
the ice in your fridge never met a n-gga this cool
young money I’m richer than I used to be
I plant my seed in her garden now she root for me
baby I’mma tell you truthfully
I talk it and I do believe I walk it, call me orthopedic
Carter and I ought to be an author
damn, man and I tell ya, it’d be a best seller
Tim on the beat and me Miss-y-elli-OT goes wherever
ya dig,
ha, you can ask the bank teller
bot my money old like Nelson Mandela
ha, higher than a propellor
and baby I can show you better than acapella