Fat Joe - Yellow Tape lyrics

Attention please, attention please

This feels like the whole entire world collapse

[Hook]

This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it

We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain’t running out of it

This our fucking hood bitch, plain your ass right out of it

This gun come with 8 clips, shoot till 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 shit, me I’m bout to go ape shit

Got 8 chicks on 8 mollies and they about to take 8 trips

Dice game, 8 tricks, got a use to rocking from jay prince

She get it popping, I’ma send her shopping

And that ain’t even my main bitch

Homovation, live action, smoking joing, I’m highjacking

Working dough, have my dough, I be there

Fly jackson, sin city, cod, hunned thousand all in once

Versace jacket, versace shoes, versace shades, I got a thousand suns

Mama you the shit I bet your …know

Why you fucking with him, even his car broke

We rocking bout mains down to the cargos

You bitch sucked her …she a lago


[Hook]

This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it

We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain’t running out of it

This our fucking hood bitch, plain your ass right out of it

This gun come with 8 clips, shoot till 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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Call me yowy, I’m a bad ass, all around the world like baghdad

Come through with a black flag, and some …fiends, to have cat

Bitches on that payday, fuck her with her fat ass

I get gits, my dick licked, my friends tip, that’s trap trap

What the fuck you mean, I be sitting clean, sipping lean

Alexander wayne, that’s the fucking gene,

Triple bean, when I serve the fiends, hit you with the fiend

Chopper scream, leave a nigga dead, fucking with the team

That goes mean, shoot you, that train go

Drink slow, my chain gold, su hu well you true blue

Don’t get your block you …take off

8 bricks get it shaved off, mean hoe, he know

Range rover with a bank broke, I shoot you then change clothes


[Hook]

This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it

We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain’t running out of it

This our fucking hood bitch, plain your ass right out of it

This gun come with 8 clips, shoot till 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 chopper by the hunned, boy

When you talk about that work you niggas unemployed

White work, I got it, grind work, I got you

2 chainz show you titty hoe, damn right I got it

Just copped about 8 bricks, just copped about 8 whips

Cop work from saint nick, your whole stash like 8 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

Bitch drop my top back, your bitch look I slopped that

To the south bronx now pop that, she call you fet out ride back

South bronx we got it, joe crack we got it

Black card, no limit hoe, damn right we bout it


[Hook]

This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it

We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain’t running out of it

This our fucking hood bitch, plain your ass right out of it

This gun come with 8 clips, shoot till 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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