Signs – Dua Saleh

Ricochet poison, no lead
Ten toe tactic, off witcha 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
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