Letra de Yellow Tape - Chris Brown

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

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 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

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
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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

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