Chris Brown - Yellow Tape (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Chris Brown - Yellow Tape (en) Lyrics
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Stay behind the yellow tape
Yeah, stay behind the yellow tape
Wait a second, wait a minute
Don't compare me to them other niggas
Desert Eagle, Smith & Wesson
I'm about to go to war,
gon' pledge allegiance
Where the real friends at when
you really need 'em?
When I was locked up in the county,
I ain't even see 'em
I'm by my lonely, lonely
What happen to the bitches
and the party?
A 100 bottles that was every weekend
Bitches piled up in my
crib like a Colosseum
After 3 A.M., you know
we getting freaky
Hella one night stands, we
just catching feelings
Tired of fake loving, fake Hollywood,
ain't 'bout shit
Fake gang banging and they
claiming to pop shit
Fake titties and cocaine up they
nostrils, stop it, huh
Suwoo been a nigga, been about it
And if it's my time to go,
I'm taking everybody
Don't care, my niggas,
we shootin' anybody
And if it ain't your business, nigga,
don't worry about it, oh
I hear 'em talking down
on me, down on me
But where they at tonight?
Got a 100 rounds on me
I think I had it up to
here, my nigga, huh
You know your killers, they
fear my niggas, huh
So what you tryna, tryna
do, tryna, tryna do?
Dancing round the issue, bitch, you
know you're running out of moves
I keep it real, my nigga, huh
This Richard Mille hella clear,
cost a mil', my nigga
Yeah, give a fuck about
how you feel, my nigga
Got the mic, life a horror
movie, feel like thriller
Passive aggressive bitches
always acting all timid
Won't help you make no money but I
bet they'll help you spend it, ha
Had a meeting with the devil last week
Couldn't believe what
he said to me, huh
Here take this contract,
signature please
You can have it all but you
know your soul, I'ma keep
Bad luck, bad luck, yeah, you
know it come in threes
Battling my demons, I'm the
only one who sees, ha
I've got the fire blazing,
burning all the weed
I bet the hell ain't hotter than
this fucking Hennessy, yeah
Two feet off the ground, woah, woah,
like why am I living here?
Up and down, up and down,
woah, woah, I think I might
drown from my tears
I cry 'cause my fate is sold,
too many tears, I'm thinking
'bout ending here
Wanna forget, Russian roulette
with the pistol
Bang, bang, bang, yeah,
that's all it take
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, stand
behind the yellow tape
Ayy, bang, bang, bang, yeah,
that's all it take
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, stand
behind the yellow tape, hey
Go bang, bang, bang, yeah,
that's all it take
Don't shoot, don't shoot, stand
behind the yellow tape
Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't
shoot, don't shoot, don't
Stand behind the yellow tape
Wonder if God got a sense of humor
I hope you know that he can
see all the shit you doing
Know I'm a sinner but I hope
that he still listen to me
Temptation and fornication,
he know I love the pussy
Misdirection with no connection,
ain't no substance
She just wanna fuck, whatever
happened to us love making?
You don't wanna be in the club
when you an old lady
And I know I'm too fucked
up to love my own lady
Ain't gon' lie, every nigga cheat, frontin'
like they poppin' bottles
All these niggas cheap, me?
I'm standing on my wallet
It don't mean I ain't lonely
In the Hills, all the way up,
Uber X sittin' at the bottom
You know I ain't gotta flex,
nigga, know I got it
Chain cost a quarter mil', me?
That's a couple dollars
Sayin', "Fuck it", takin'
pornstars to Benihanas
What's the point of rockin', rollin'
without the gun powder?
Don't shoot, don't shoot,
don't shoot, don't
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