Chris Brown - Yellow Tape

Yellow Tape
Yellow Tape

[Intro]
Stand behind the yellow tape
Stand behind the yellow tape
Stand behind the yellow tape
(Yeah) Stand behind the yellow tape

[Verse 1]
Wait a second, wait a minute
Don’t compare me to them other niggas
Desert Eagle, Smith & Wesson
I’m ’bout 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
All by my lonely, lonely
What happen to the bitches and the party?
A hundred bottles, that was every weekend
Bitches piled up in my crib like a coliseum
After 3 A.M., you know we gettin’ freaky
Hella one-night stands, bitches catchin’ feelings
Tired of fake lovin’
Fake Hollywood, ain’t ’bout shit
Fake gang bangin’ and claimin’ to pop shit
Fake titties and cocaine in they nostrils, stop it (Hah)

[Verse 2]
Soo Woo, been a nigga, been about it
And if it’s my time to go, I’m takin’ everybody
Don’t care, my niggas, we shootin’ anybody
And if it ain’t yo’ business, nigga, don’t worry about it, oh
I hear ’em talkin’ down on me, down on me
Well, where they at tonight? Got a hundred rounds on me
I think I had it up to here, my nigga (Hah)
You know your killers, they fear my niggas (Hah)
So what you tryna, tryna do, tryna, tryna do?
Dancin’ ‘round the issue, bitch, you know you runnin’ out of moves
I keep it real, my nigga (Hah)
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 actin’ all timid
Won’t help you make no money but I bet they help you spend it (Hah)

[Refrain]
Had a meeting with the Devil last week
Couldn’t believe what he said to me (Hah)
“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
Battlin’ my demons I’m the only one to see (Hah)
I got the fire blazin’ burnin’ all the weed
I bet that Hell ain’t hotter than this fuckin’ Hennessy, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Two feet off the ground, woah, woah, like why am I livin’ 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
Want to forget, Russian roulette with the pistol

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, bang, yeah, that’s all it take
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, stand behind the yellow tape (Ayy)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, yeah, that’s all it take
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, stand behind the yellow tape (Hey)
Bang, 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
Stand behind the yellow tape

[Verse 3]
Wonder if God got a sense of humor
I hope you know that He see all that shit you doin’
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 want to fuck, whatever happened to us love makin’?
You don’t want to be in the club when you a old lady
And I know that 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 standin’ on my wallet
It don’t mean I ain’t lonely
In the Hills, all the way up, UberX sittin’ at the bottom
You know I ain’t gotta flex, nigga, know I got it
Chain cost a quarter mil, for me, that’s a couple dollars
Sayin’, “Fuck it”, takin’ pornstars to Benihanas
What’s the point at rockin’, rollin’ without the gunpowder?

[Refrain]
Had a meeting with the Devil last week
Couldn’t believe what he said to me (Hah)
“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
Battlin’ my demons I’m the only one to see (Hah)
I got the fire blazin’ burnin’ all the weed
I bet that Hell ain’t hotter than this fuckin’ Hennessy, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Two feet off the ground, woah, woah, like why am I livin’ 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 thinkin’ ’bout endin’ here
Want to forget, Russian roulette with the pistol

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, bang, yeah, that’s all it take
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, stand behind the yellow tape (Ayy)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, yeah, that’s all it take
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, stand behind the yellow tape (Hey)
Bang, 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
Stand behind the yellow tape

 

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