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Yellow Tape

Chris Brown

Stay behind the Yellow Tape
Stay behind the Yellow Tape
Stay behind the Yellow Tape
Girl, 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
All by my lonely, lonely
What happen to the bitches in 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

Too with it, nigga, bring a bottle
And if it's my time to go, I'm taking everybody
Don't care, my nigga, we shootin' anybody
And if it ain't your girl, then nigga, don't worry about it
I hear 'em talking down on me, down on me
But where they at when I ain't got a 100 rounds on me?
I think I had it up to here, my niggas
You know your killers, they fear my niggas
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
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
But hope you make no money, but I rather help you spend it
Had a meeting with the devil last week
Couldn't believe what he said to me
To take this contract, signature please
You can have it all, but you know your soul, I'ma keep that
Bad luck, bad luck, yeah you know it come in threes
Bet I never did this, I'm the only one who sees
I've got the fire blazing, burning all the weed
I think this hell ain't hotter than this fucking Hennessy, yeah

Two feet off the ground, oh oh, like
Why am I living here?
Up and down, up and down
I think I might drown from my tears
I cry
Just might being sold
Too many tears, I'm thinking 'bout ending here
Wanna prepare brought your roulette with the pistol

Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, get behind the yellow tape
Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, get behind the yellow tape
Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say
Don't shoot, don't shoot, get behind the yellow tape
Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, get behind the yellow tape

Wonder if God got a sense of humor
I hope you know that he 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', 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

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