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Chris Brown - Yellow Tape (Audio)
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Chris Brown
Chris Brown
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
송라이터
Antwan Thompson
Antwan Thompson
송라이터
Anthony Lavelle Barfield
Anthony Lavelle Barfield
송라이터
Orrin Monzale Wilson
Orrin Monzale Wilson
송라이터
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Antwan Thompson
Antwan Thompson
프로듀서
Velocity Music
Velocity Music
프로듀서
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
레코딩 엔지니어
데이비드
데이비드
어시스턴트 엔지니어
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
믹싱 엔지니어
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
어시스턴트 엔지니어
Dave Nakaji
Dave Nakaji
어시스턴트 엔지니어

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Stay behind the Yellow Tape Stay behind the Yellow Tape Stay 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 I bought my own lane, 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 Soo woo, 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 I hear 'em talking down on me, down on me But where they at tonight? 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 shoot, don't Stand behind the yellow tape Wonder if God got a sense of humor I hope you know that he can see all the shit you doing Know I'm a sinner but I hope that he still listen to me Temptation and fornication, you 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', 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
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Antwan Thompson, Orrin Monzale Wilson, Anthony Lavelle Barfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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