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6 Foot 7 Foot (Cover)

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  • Hey Mr.Tally man, tally me banana/ Daylight come and me wan’ go home Me say day, me say day, me say day-ay-o Daylight come and me wan’ go home [Nick]: Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [Amy]: Ahem Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my out 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 chickas at the same time, synchronized swimmers Got the man twisted ’cause he open when you twist him Never met the guy, but I treat him like I missed him Life is the witch, and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a awkward 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, foget segregation Screw that foo, my money up, you jiggas just Honey Nut Young Money running this and you jiggas just runner-ups I don’t feel I’ve done enough, so I’ma keep on doing this stuff Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish [Nick]: Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [Amy]: I’m going back in Okay Yo stop playing, I do it like a king do If these jiggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soon Tell ‘em peoples 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 see 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” Yo, real G’s move in silence like lasagna People say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda Man of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t found ya You jiggas 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 (ah), now wish me well Tell ‘em kiss my butt, call it kiss and tell [Amy]: Yeah, 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, yo, Wayne signed a fiend I played the side for you jiggas that’s tryna front, and see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you jiggas 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 Yo, I flow like scuba, yo, I’m bald like Cuba And I keep a killer tho, I 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 Jiggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold, yo, but our actions is cooler Wayne, these jiggas out they mind I done told these foget jiggas, so many times That I keep these bucks they be on my mind Tuck these, I foget 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, oh I’m a girl, I visit urinals abroad Tune told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX jiggas, ya know? Gunna, gunna…Yeah Daylight come and me wan’ go home Daylight come and me wan’ go home

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