Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yellow Tape, artist - Chris Brown. Date of issue: 12.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yellow Tape |
| Stand behind the Yellow Tape |
| Stand behind the Yellow Tape |
| Stand 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 |
| About 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, bitches 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 in they nostrils, stop It, huh |
| Soo Woo, 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, oh |
| I hear 'em talking down on me, down on me |
| But where they at tonight? |
| I 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 |
| Stand behind the yellow tape |
| Wonder if God got a sense of humor |
| I hope you know that he see all that 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', for me? |
| That’s a couple dollars |
| Sayin', «Fuck it», takin' pornstars to Benihanas |
| What’s the point of rockin', rollin' without the gun powder? |
| 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 |
| Stand behind the yellow tape |