"YELLOW TAPE" lyrics

"YELLOW TAPE"

Fast car, skrrt (Fast car)
Fast car (Fast car)
Trap house (Trap house, codeine)
Park-park

Park the Bentley, flip it to a [?]
Why the fuck you trippin' 'bout some pape'?
[?] come up out your face
I've been sippin' codeine in a tank
I've been sippin' codeine with no chase
Went and checked the bank, they thought I robbed the bank
This Prada hot up in the paint
Rock, re-rock by my waist (Re-rock)
She already a thot, ain't that your B.M., how I taste
He want smokey, but nah, nigga, we go yellow tape (Tape)
I was in the projects with the .30 and the eighths
Get his ass up out of there, I do not have no patience
She wanted Givenchy, her boyfriend said it's expensive
Brought her to [?], she spend the night through rubber bands
A hundred bands, could make it damn quick (Fast car, fast car)
I love all my models, I love Keke
Ashley a freak-freak (Bad)
Baddie be all on me (Bad), they workin' like they Riri (Bad)
Hey bae, what's the move? Ain't there somethin' you can teach me
I can't learn from one, bitch, I might just use a cheat sheet (Yeah)
My life should be on TV
If I'm gettin' rich again, it's cocaine, not no CD's (It's not no CD's)
Back flip up out the Bentley (Back flip up out the Bentley)
Back flip up out the Bentley (Back flip up out the Bentley)
Back flip up out the Bentley (Back flip up out the Bentley)
Back flip up out the Benz, back flip up out the Benz
Back flip up out the Benz (Yeah)
Back flip up out the Bentley (Yeah)
Baby, why you actin' like you bite? I know you friendly (I know you friendly)
Back flip up out the Benz
She in the kitchen flippin' pans
Your bitch a slut, love to play pretend (Love to play pretend)
She dress like a maid and like a nurse
Oh, this was your bae? I hit it first
Oh, you probably head up in a hearse (Green M&M)


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