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アーティスト:Lil Wayne  作詞:ATTAWAY WILLIAM A/BURGIE IRVING/CARTER DWAYNE/LIL WAYNE  作曲:ATTAWAY WILLIAM A/BURGIE IRVING/CARTER DWAYNE/LIL WAYNE 

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[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


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