6'7 Lyrics - Cory Gunz

Ahem, 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 to start with Weezy, 'cause the 'F' is for finisher 

So misunderstood, but what's the world without enigma? 

Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers 

Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when ya twist her 

Never met the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I missed her 

Life is a 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, fuck segregation 

Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just huntin' nut 

Young Money runnin' shit and you niggas just runner-up's 

I don't feel I've done enough so I'mma keep on doin' this shit 

La Tucci or Young Tunafish 

Yeah, I'm goin' back in 

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 ho's gon' be ho's so I couldn't blame Tammy 

Just talk to moms, told her she the sweetest 

I beat the beat up, call it self-defense 

Swimmin', I be seein' through this niggas like sequins 

Niggas think they He-man, pow, pow, the end 

Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant 

Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery 

You full of shit, you close your mouth and let you ass talk 

Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt 

Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on dead bolt 

Mind so sharp, I fuck 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'mma ball 'til they turn off the field lights 

The fruits of my labor, I enjoy them while they still ripe 

Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a king do 

If these nigga's animals then I'mma have a mink suit 

Tell them bitches I said 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 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 G's move in silence like lasagna 

People say I'm borderline crazy, sort of, 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 swagg' you would kill for 

Money too strong, pockets on body-builder 

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 niggas that's tryin' to front and see 

Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me 

Pause for this dumber speech, I blow like Buddha 

Disturb me and you'll be all over the flo' 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 

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 fuck niggas, so many times 

That I keep these bucks steady on my mind, tuck these, I fuck 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 tells me who I'm shooting when the funeral outside 

I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a B.X. nigga, ya heard? Gunna 

Gunna, gunna