Yellow Tape Lyrics
Fat Joe
- Attention please, x2
- This feel like the whole entire world collapsed
- [Hook: Lil Wayne]
- Uh, This that yellow tape shit
- They keep running out of it
- We just sold like 8 bricks
- We ain't running out of it
- This our fucking hood bitch
- Run yo' ass up out of it
- This gun come with eight clips
- Shoot 'til I run out of it
- Work, Work, Work, I got it (x3)
- I got it (x2)
- [Verse 1: Fat Joe]
- This that yellow tape shit, me I'm 'bout to go ape shit
- Got eight chicks on eight molly's and they about to take eight trips
- Dice game, eight trips, got a Houston Rocket from J Prince
- She get it poppin, I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch
- Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm high jacking
- Wrote the dope had my dough, I'll be there, Five Jacksons
- Sin City, K.O.D., Hundred Thousand all in one's
- Versace jacket, Versace shoes, Versace shades, I got a Thousand son's
- Mama you the shit i'll pay your car note
- Why you fucking with him? Even his car broke
- We rocking Balmain's down to the cargo's
- Your bitch so thirsty, Murcielago
- [Hook: Lil Wayne]
- [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
- Call me Joey I'm a bad ass, Harlem world like Baghdad
- Come through with a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs
- Bitches on that Pad-ad, Fuck her with her fat ass
- I get-gets my dick licked, my friends hit (That's trap trap)
- What the fuck you mean, I be sitting clean sipping lean
- Alexander Wang, that's the fucking jeans, triple beam
- When I serve the fiends, hit you with the beam chopper scream
- Leave a nigga dead fucking with the team, magazine
- Choo-Choo that train go, drink slow, my chain gold
- Soo-Woop or you True Blue, don't get your block yellow taped though
- Eight bricks get it shaved off
- Yeen' Ho Yeen' know [You ain't know]
- Range Rove or the bank roll, I shoot-shoot then change clothes
- [Hook: Lil Wayne]
- [Verse 3: French Montana]
- You know we loaded with them choppers by the Hundred boy
- When you talk about that work, you niggas unemployed
- White work, I got it, Brown work, I got it
- Two chains, show your titty ho, damn right I got it
- Just copped about eight bricks, just copped about eight whips
- Copped work from Saint Nick, your whole stash like eight nicks
- Smoke that loud and keep it quiet, let that money talk
- Get that brown bag and I skate off like I'm Tony Hawk
- Benz drop my top back, your bitch look, I slide that
- To the South Bronx and I pop that
- She call you for that ride back (Haan)
- South Bronx we got it, Joe Crack we got it
- Black card no limit ho, damn right we 'bout it
- Coke boy (Joe Crack)
- [Hook:Lil Wayne]
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