sign What's your sign, your sign Hey what's your sign, your sign What's your sign, your sign [Chorus 2] Shorty what your sign is [x6] [Verse 2] Now
2, your guidance and all the things you show me 3, the way you look at me When you say, "I love you" 4, your headstrong personality 5, your take-charge capability 6, I love
cash pops!" but it's too late wire his shit up jaw stiched up lip bust fo fuckin wit us sick ass niggas. Chorus 2x Do I starve and do without
i love Grime I like Rap I like Garage I like House But i love Grime I like Soul I like Rock I like Jazz But i love Grime Verse 2: Im a grime artist
spellbound Left me no other choice but to get down It's too late (x4) You got it (x4) When I look into your eyes it's over You got me hooked with your love
Then to the gal that he loved best Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker Your're to late to get your supper Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker You're to late
caught, late night On the backstreets, hollin' oh Lord It ain't no mercy, I still wanna see you bleed Because, I don't give a damn no more Niggaz see 3D-2
gotta big ol' Lac, a nigga comin down with blue and purple comin down with tha 5th in the back, and Im feelin so true, got much love for my nigga named
ll crease, the vultures'll feast you The loved ones will shiest you, gorillas will beast you Just served fiends walkin' up the block yawnin' Late night
at the club I do this shit for the niggas that I love I do this shit for the streets, cause a nigga gotta eat, luv (2x) [ verse 2 ] I write theories
Talk 2 me Wale you know we had to do it again bruh bruh Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me [Wale] what up bankhead Hey lil
Doe, Lets Go, Metro Politan Area, Kill em with the X flow! I do, what I do, what I does I do, what I want, love is love My nickname is spit game Shit
model I'm New in town so could you show me around? Can I call you sometime? I'd like to get to knowin Your place or mine? I love your eyes, hey where
m packin all my shit up and I'm taking off tonight [Shaggy 2 Dope] I got the baby momma blues from in my shoes You don't love them kids, you only keep
glow It could've been the sweat in my eyes I don't know for sure This freaks the shit for loving dick It's sick, but man I love that fat bitch (Chorus x2
Out ten niggas is sum hatas b4 its to late Five shots to ya tataa 6 fully chromed fronted Cotton candy coated Benz 7 grams of Presidential blowing in tha wind At 4
Boo if u loved me so Then you wouldn't be this low But now that I figured out your cheating ways It's just too damn late All: (4 us 2
Then I break, to the door My partner's three deep in a six-four Chorus: repeat 2X G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep That's how we late night creep