fat joe – yellow tape (feat. lil wayne, a$ap rocky, french montana) lyrics
attention please, attention please,
this feel like the whole entire world collapsed
uh, this that yellow tape sh-t
they keep running out of it
we just sold like 8 bricks
we ain’t running out of it
this our f-cking hood b-tch
run yo’ -ss up out of it
this gun come with eight clips
shoot ’til i run out of it
work, work, work, i got it
work, work, work, i got it
work, work, work, i got it
i got it, i got it
this that yellow tape sh-t, me i’m ’bout to go ape sh-t
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 b-tch
home invasions, live action, smoker joe, i’m high jacking
wrote the dope had my dough, i’ll be there, five jackson
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 sh-t i’ll pay your car note
why you f-cking with him? even his car broke
we rocking balmain’s down to the cargo’s
your b-tch so thirsty, murcielago
uh, this that yellow tape sh-t
they keep running out of it
we just sold like 8 bricks
we ain’t running out of it
this our f-cking hood b-tch
run yo’ -ss up out of it
this gun come with eight clips
shoot ’til i run out of it
work, work, work, i got it
work, work, work, i got it
work, work, work, i got it
i got it, i got it
call me joey i’m a bad -ss, harlem world like baghdad
come through with a black flag and supreme vans, the half cabs
b-tches on that pad-ad, f-ck her with her fat -ss
i get-gets my d-ck licked, my friends h-t (that’s swag swag)
what the f-ck you mean, i be sitting clean sipping lean
alexander w-ng, that’s the f-cking jeans, triple beam
when i serve the fiends, hit you with the beam chopper scream
leave a n-gg- dead f-cking 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
uh, this that yellow tape sh-t
they keep running out of it
we just sold like 8 bricks
we ain’t running out of it
this our f-cking hood b-tch
run yo’ -ss up out of it
this gun come with eight clips
shoot ’til i run out of it
work, work, work, i got it
work, work, work, i got it
work, work, work, i got it
i got it, i got it
you know we loaded with them choppers by the hundred boy
when you talk about that work, you n-gg-s unemployed
white work, i got it, brown work, i got it
two chains, show your t-tty ho, d-mn 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 b-tch 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, d-mn right we ’bout it
c-ke boy (joe crack)
uh, this that yellow tape sh-t
they keep running out of it
we just sold like 8 bricks
we ain’t running out of it
this our f-cking hood b-tch
run yo’ -ss up out of it
this gun come with eight clips
shoot ’til i run out of it
work, work, work, i got it
work, work, work, i got it
work, work, work, i got it
i got it, i got it
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