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Yellow Tape / Face Shot Video (MV)




Performed By: Kali M
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Moussa Balde




Kali M - Yellow Tape / Face Shot Lyrics




Done being humble
Started getting money
Niggas funny thinkin' we could kick it, nigga this ain't kung fu
Money showers up in starletts
I was really showin' pretty strippers what them ones do
Tryna get his lick back cause his lady
Showed me what the f*ck a mouth throat and tongue do
Let's go

Big Kali M I'm a 109 baby
Hype bout you check run that up on the daily
I know some killers that get the job done, then go coppin' first class to Jamaica or Haiti
Pikachu diamonds, the watch was 180
Fan of myself and that's why niggas hate me
They wish I was gone, I ain't goin' nowhere
I'll be damned if I let a nigga yellow tape me

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who the f*ck told niggas that I wanna be em at all

Money, fits, music, it don't matter, any category, beatin' em all,
Whenever Mo hit me
I pick up the call,
Shaq and he Kobe, we forever ball
If I draw the play
Execute like adonis on the album cover for all of the dogs
I can flow off beat like Blueface
Love it when she throw it back like bouquets
Got her screamin' like James Taco Tuesdays

House cost a Wheezy F no ceilings on the new place, Came with so much room, no room to see
Who hate
He a Gemini 2 Ks to his 2 face

Big Kali M I'm a 109 baby
Hype bout you check run that up on the daily
I know some killers that get the job done, then go coppin' first class to Jamaica or Haiti
Pikachu diamonds, the watch was 180
Fan of myself and that's why niggas hate me
They wish I was gone, I ain't goin' nowhere
I'll be damned if I let a nigga yellow tape me

Oh, I gotta laugh, oh, I gotta laugh
Oh, I gotta laugh, oh, I gotta laugh
False accusations yeah they on a mission, hopin' that I crash
Worda muv only pen that I put to a paper is lyrics goin' to the craft
If we sendin' missiles, then it's face shots
And my niggas scoring through the pass,
Face shot, face shot

I been busy steady on the grind
Niggas busy tryna dim the light,
Heard niggas sellin' false news, real niggas don't buy into the hype,
Talkin' paper, paper, bitch, this paperwork and I could get you gone by the night
Black trucks, black bikes, takin' up lanes
On that union turn pike
I been sturdy steppin ever since a youngin' never once turned down a fight
Niggas fake stuntin', never Donald Duckin', I ain't got relations to no mice
Eased up out the mix, the only time I mix it
If it's cranberry with the Sprite
Tryna play ref, callin' wrong calls, better double check and count it right
I might say some shit that I can't take back
Said it's Mike Amiri but Mike Amiri didn't make that
Tryna reorder old beef, better put the steak back
Cause if brody pump it, I can promise you bout which direction he gon' aim at,

Oh, I gotta laugh, oh, I gotta laugh
Oh, I gotta laugh, oh, I gotta laugh
False accusations yeah they on a mission, hopin' that I crash
Worda muv only pen that I put to a paper is lyrics goin' to the craft
If we sendin' missiles, then it's face shots
And my niggas scoring through the pass,
Face shot, face shot
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Done being humble
Started getting money
Niggas funny thinkin' we could kick it, nigga this ain't kung fu
Money showers up in starletts
I was really showin' pretty strippers what them ones do
Tryna get his lick back cause his lady
Showed me what the f*ck a mouth throat and tongue do
Let's go

Big Kali M I'm a 109 baby
Hype bout you check run that up on the daily
I know some killers that get the job done, then go coppin' first class to Jamaica or Haiti
Pikachu diamonds, the watch was 180
Fan of myself and that's why niggas hate me
They wish I was gone, I ain't goin' nowhere
I'll be damned if I let a nigga yellow tape me

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who the f*ck told niggas that I wanna be em at all

Money, fits, music, it don't matter, any category, beatin' em all,
Whenever Mo hit me
I pick up the call,
Shaq and he Kobe, we forever ball
If I draw the play
Execute like adonis on the album cover for all of the dogs
I can flow off beat like Blueface
Love it when she throw it back like bouquets
Got her screamin' like James Taco Tuesdays

House cost a Wheezy F no ceilings on the new place, Came with so much room, no room to see
Who hate
He a Gemini 2 Ks to his 2 face

Big Kali M I'm a 109 baby
Hype bout you check run that up on the daily
I know some killers that get the job done, then go coppin' first class to Jamaica or Haiti
Pikachu diamonds, the watch was 180
Fan of myself and that's why niggas hate me
They wish I was gone, I ain't goin' nowhere
I'll be damned if I let a nigga yellow tape me

Oh, I gotta laugh, oh, I gotta laugh
Oh, I gotta laugh, oh, I gotta laugh
False accusations yeah they on a mission, hopin' that I crash
Worda muv only pen that I put to a paper is lyrics goin' to the craft
If we sendin' missiles, then it's face shots
And my niggas scoring through the pass,
Face shot, face shot

I been busy steady on the grind
Niggas busy tryna dim the light,
Heard niggas sellin' false news, real niggas don't buy into the hype,
Talkin' paper, paper, bitch, this paperwork and I could get you gone by the night
Black trucks, black bikes, takin' up lanes
On that union turn pike
I been sturdy steppin ever since a youngin' never once turned down a fight
Niggas fake stuntin', never Donald Duckin', I ain't got relations to no mice
Eased up out the mix, the only time I mix it
If it's cranberry with the Sprite
Tryna play ref, callin' wrong calls, better double check and count it right
I might say some shit that I can't take back
Said it's Mike Amiri but Mike Amiri didn't make that
Tryna reorder old beef, better put the steak back
Cause if brody pump it, I can promise you bout which direction he gon' aim at,

Oh, I gotta laugh, oh, I gotta laugh
Oh, I gotta laugh, oh, I gotta laugh
False accusations yeah they on a mission, hopin' that I crash
Worda muv only pen that I put to a paper is lyrics goin' to the craft
If we sendin' missiles, then it's face shots
And my niggas scoring through the pass,
Face shot, face shot
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Writer: Moussa Balde
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