Fat Joe Yellow Tape Lyrics



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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