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Lil Wayne

Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September 27, 1982), better known by his stage name Lil Wayne ( /ˌlɪl ˈweɪn/), is an American rapper. In 1991, at the age of nine, Lil Wayne joined Cash Money Records as the youngest member of the label, and half of the duo, The B.G.'z, with B.G.. In 1996, Lil W… more »

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 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

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

Written by: DWAYNE CARTER, GREG ATTAWAY, IRVING BURGIE, PETER PANKEY, SHONDRAE CRAWFORD

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