lirik lagu corner boy p - yellow tape
hook:
is that yellow tape sh-t
cause all i do is kill sh-t
got that body bad flow
i ain’t running out of here
we just smoke like aos
we ain’t running out of here!
b-tch, just keep them bottles coming,
tell em hoe we’re out of here!
yeah, i got ’em, yeah!
i got ’em, yeah!
real n-gg- sh-t!
yeah, i got ’em!
is that yellow tape sh-t
cause all i do is kill sh-t
i’m gonna be a…
doa, real n-gg- every day
pray the… hold aka
i need the b-tch, f-ck the b-tch,
leave the b-tch same day!
all i smoke is that kill bill,
two b-tches on two pills
one neck got foe chains
..our big wheels
and my sh-t held of tight up
your sh-t is my tire
i smoke you all like a house fire
call a b-tch on like an empire!
…on my scale, n-gg-
features in my e-mail, n-gg-
i rap, hustling, my..
can’t reach me on my cell!
if it ain’t about no mail
they can f-ck till..
over that dough flow we get loco
got a… like a lil something.
b-tch know she ain’t f-cking me
all the bad features look at the n-gg- she with
all this chain fake, now look at them n-gg- he with
even his man’s thing!
…now what you all obtain?
hook:
is that yellow tape sh-t
cause all i do is kill sh-t
got that body bad flow
i ain’t running out of here
we just smoke like aos
we ain’t running out of here!
b-tch, just keep them bottles coming,
tell em hoe we’re out of here!
yeah, i got ’em, yeah!
i got ’em, yeah!
real n-gg- sh-t!
yeah, i got ’em!
i tell my b-tches go sick ’em
(kill, kill, kill)
all i rock is f-cking prisons
(kill, kill, kill)
man, your whole click fake
pop-pop-pop is the yellow team, aha!
i was just a mad…
with my cousin might mention
all these diamonds dancing
flying through onyx with the sea hawks
shout out my n-gg-, james, carpenter and…
balling n-gg-, we’re balling n-gg-
this.. produce money.
popping bottles, n-gg-
we’re popping bottles, n-gg-
we’re pouring champagne, all you want it!
diamond man, hundred karats on my neck (kill!)
and i’m about to shop a deal, cut the check, mill!
i feel like it’s all for your career, baby boy
let shwaty hang up next to your boy, baby boy!
i … butcher on my feet
(kill, kill, kill)
i kill! don’t forget the diamonds be on me!
(never!) that’s real!
hook:
is that yellow tape sh-t
cause all i do is kill sh-t
got that body bad flow
i ain’t running out of here
we just smoke like aos
we ain’t running out of here!
b-tch, just keep them bottles coming,
tell em hoe we’re out of here!
yeah, i got ’em, yeah!
i got ’em, yeah!
real n-gg- sh-t!
yeah, i got ’em!
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