Yellow Tape Lyrics - Chris Brown

[Verse 1] 

What you say? Wait a minute 

Dont compare me to them other niggas 

Devil hater, Smith & Wesson 

I'm about to go to war, gon' pleasure bitches 

Where the real friends at when you really need 'em 

When I was locked up in the county I ain't even see 'em 

I got my own lane, lonely 

What happen to the bitches in the party 

A 100 bottles that was every week-end 

Bitches by to view my crib, I don't call to see em 

At the 3am you know we getting freaky 

Hella one night stands, we just catching feelings 

[Bridge] 

Too all the fake lovin 

Fake hollywood, fake passion 

Fake gang bang, when they climb on the pole and shit 

Fake titties and cocaine and all this pussy 

I be cryin' 

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[Verse 2] 

Too up in it, need to bring a bottle 

And if it's my time to go I'm takin' everybody 

Don't care my nigga we shootin' anybody 

And if it ain't your girl 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 enough to hear about 'em niggas 

You know your killers they feel my niggas 

So what you tryna tryna do, tryna tryna do 

Dancing around 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 

Back the mic got the [?] we can feel like thriller 

Passive aggressive bitches always acting all timid 

But hope you make no money, but I rather help you spend it 

[Bridge] 

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 is the key 

Bella, bella yeah you know we 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 the hell ain't hotter than this fucking Hennessy 

[Verse 3] 

2 feet off the ground, oh oh, like 

Why am I living ill ? 

Up and down, up and down 

I think I might drown on my tear, I cry 

Just molly and soda 

Too many tears, I'm thinking about ending here 

Wanna prepare brought your roulette with the pistol 

[Chorus] 

Bang, Bang, Bang 

Hear the siren say 

Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo 

Get behind the yellow tape 

Bang, Bang, Bang 

Hear the siren say 

Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo 

Get behind the yellow tape 

Bang, Bang, Bang 

Hear the siren say 

Don't shoot, don't shoot 

Get behind the yellow tape 

Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot 

Get behind the yellow tape 

[Verse 4] 

Wonder if god got a sense of humour 

I hope you know, he can see all the shit you doin' 

My mama said no matter how old he still listen to me 

Taking temptation with fornication 

You know I love the pussy 

Mister assume theres no connection, it was all assumptions 

She just wanna fuck 

Whatever happened to us love making 

You don't wanna be in the club