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Corner Boy P
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Yellow Tape
[feat. Dee Low]
[Hook:] Is that yellow tape shit Cause all I do is kill shit Got that body bad flow I ain't running out of here We just smoke like AOs We ain't running out of here! Bitch, just keep them bottles coming, Tell em hoe we're out of here! Yeah, I got 'em, yeah! I got 'em, yeah! Real nigga shit! Yeah, I got 'em!
Is that yellow tape shit Cause all I do is kill shit I'm gonna be a [?] DOA, real nigga every day Pray the [?]hold aka I need the bitch, fuck the bitch, Leave the bitch same day! All I smoke is that kill bill, Two bitches on two pills One neck got foe chains [?]our big wheels And my shit held of tight up Your shit is my tire I smoke you all like a house fire Call a bitch on like an empire! [?]on my scale, nigga Features in my e-mail, nigga I rap, hustling, my [?] Can't reach me on my cell! If it ain't about no mail They can fuck till [?] Over that dough flow we get loco Got a [?]like a lil something. Bitch know she ain't fucking me All the bad features look at the nigga she with All this chain fake, now look at them nigga he with Even his man's thing! [?]now what you all obtain?
[Hook:] Is that yellow tape shit Cause all I do is kill shit Got that body bad flow I ain't running out of here We just smoke like AOs We ain't running out of here! Bitch, just keep them bottles coming, Tell em hoe we're out of here! Yeah, I got 'em, yeah! I got 'em, yeah! Real nigga shit! Yeah, I got 'em!
I tell my bitches go sick 'em (Kill, kill, kill) All I rock is fucking 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 nigga, James, carpenter and [?] Balling nigga, we're balling nigga This [?]produce money. Popping bottles, nigga We're popping bottles, nigga 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 shit Cause all I do is kill shit Got that body bad flow I ain't running out of here We just smoke like AOs We ain't running out of here! Bitch, just keep them bottles coming, Tell em hoe we're out of here! Yeah, I got 'em, yeah! I got 'em, yeah! Real nigga shit! Yeah, I got 'em!
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