6 Foot 7 Freestyle Lyrics - Papoose

Papoose papoose 

Im the greatest ever 

Cakeing hella chasing devils wave beretas 

Making fellas face dilemmas 

Bake'em down to satan seller 

Man i get it shaking with a rapper bet you they surrender 

Stomp'em with the male ugg boots u can taste the leather 

Let dice shake with tremors bet u i can try'em better 

headcrack ace'em never uhh uhh pay the cheddar 

Master what u ain't remember 

Champion like a lakers member 

Colder than a late december 

Hit the bank n shake the teller 

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Your girl be chasing niggas say she needs a babysitter 

Sending me them naked pictures return straight to sender 

Coming with a straight vendetta 

You about as fake as ... 

Banging since i play with sega 

Eating since the regan era 

Man im of the wall like street fighter play with vega 

Got the nickel play whatever 

You a bird ill flame your feathers 

Im the crime ... better find their protector 

Run'em over on the track shoulda shine they reflectors 

Im a wise brave inventor brooklyn mindstate projector 

Quick to vibrate your section 

Make the migrate respect us 

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Ever violate the mecca of the rhyme stays professor 

Ill apply a place to pressure then annihilate your lecture 

We tri state profectors with some high rate investors 

While them guys pay for pleasure 

We arrive take the treasure 

Mush your pop face heffa off a sky scrapper n tell her you should try praying for better like the guy mase n betha 

Im the ... day collector redefine the face of terror 

Bring the helicopters out make'em fly they propellers 

Life is like a game of chess while u guys playing checkers 

Hesitate to smoke a dutch if the kind ain't Vanilla 

Hustling bustling struggling juggling doubling 

He's blundering mumbling fumbling 

Suckers is stuttering 

The ruckus i brung you is tuff as a puzzle is puzzling 

Busting your bubble you stuck in a huddle they huddling 

He rough and he mellow a thug or he thorough they wondering 

Come to the burrel is such a rebudle ill muscle'em 

Catch you on fulton n franklyn ill touch you and tuck it in 

Come off the shuttle and run threw the tunnel im trouble son 

Cutchu your blood in a puddle so sudden is floodering in front of your mom ... ... with a slug is discoloring 

This grave is for you 

I dug wit a shovel and shoved'em in 

Death is become to you 

Your soul is above you is hovering 

Blood on my chucks he buckled 

I chuckle im chuckleling 

Im humble revenge I love you 

He stumble i punished him 

Your bones can tumble im thunderous 

Since you say u wanna rumble in the jungle 

The jungle go fucking . . . . .