Lyrics signs - Dua Saleh

signs

Ricochet poison, no lead
Ten toe tactic, off with your head
I ain’t talking bullets, would you offer me the bed?
Leave me in the morning after eating on a spread
Repping your set, family bred
Baker convention, promise the best
Glaze me in icing, leave me unwed
Savor the moment and savor the rest
I don’t need your loving, I’m just offering some time
I don’t want commitment, I just like the way you whine
I don’t need your history, but if asked I’ll tell you mine
I don’t need no comeback, that’s a boomerang to mind
Wait, whoa, what’s your sign?
I heard it was freaky, would you like to feel the burn?
Hey, whoa, you want mine?
Maybe I’m a scorpion
Maybe I’m a lion
Hey, whoa, what’s that chime?
Gotta get to steppin', other shorties on the line
Hey, whoa, what’s that flying?
Is that a pig?
Fuck
Capone on the rhythm and the beat
Got a little scar on the face on me (Brr)
Pics no chips, aubergine
Had to soak it in, they was flicking on the bean
I ain’t saying nothing but they got me on feign
Boss to the town, bonafide clean
Codified dependence on the money and the beams
Certified allowance, I’m a verified dream
(I don’t need your loving, I’m just offering some time)
B-bounce it back, flaunt your stacks
Seen your tat, what memory is that?
I’m not of Venus, don’t set traps
If you fly out, I’ma send you right back
Sex In The City, is you fuckin' with me?
Is you tryna carry half this money in your titties
Don’t you act saditty, you was never nitty
Sing a little ditty just to get you out the gritty
Wait, whoa, what’s your sign?
I heard it was freaky, would you like to feel the burn?
Hey, whoa, you want mine?
Maybe I’m a scorpion
Maybe I’m a lion
Hey, whoa, what’s that chime?
Gotta get to steppin', other shorties on the line
Hey, whoa, what’s that flying?
Is that a pig?
Fuck