What Is Your Sign?

Lil L.A. Marz - What Is Your Sign?
(Featuring 2 Quiet)
Lyrics

Intro:
(Enteernal)
Yeah
Hey
Lamar, you be wildin'
Oh
Uh, uh

Hook:
What is your sign? (Ehh)
So what? I'm a cancer (Yuh)
I'm sick of them types
The signs are a lie (No lie)
How do you choose any nigga like this but your rate is a five? (No lie)
Unrealistic goals and these fantasies, gon' be alone when you die (Yeah)
I stand five foot five
I barely get picked up as a guy
I'm not even close to shy
I pull up in suits and ties
You lookin' for Mr. Right
But triple and double the price
Locked in on the bag (Get on the bag)
Focused on the grind (Get on the grind)
(Whoo)

Verse 1:
Tryna get to ATL
Soon as I land, Imma work
Don't ask to buy a BBL
Don't give a fuck, how good you twerk
I think the lil ho came from hell
I see 3 sixes on her shirt
And she been beggin’ for Chanel
Not puttin’ my dough in ya purse
Shawty, you ‘boutta survive alone
(I don't understand why you actin' like that)
No crystal is gonna help save a soul
Got leaves for decor, now you know she a ho
That bitch just want my dick up in her gums
Not foldin’ under pressure reach for the sum
She hella crazy, talmbout we in love
In love with the bread, told my nigga we up

Hook:
What is your sign? (What is your sign?)
So what? I'm a cancer (Yuh) (Cancer)
I'm sick of them types (Yeah)
The signs are a lie (No lie) (Whoo)
How do you choose any nigga like this but your rate is a five? (No lie) (Rate is a five)
Unrealistic goals and these fantasies, gon' be alone when you die (Yeah)
I stand five foot five
I barely get picked up as a guy
I'm not even close to shy
I pull up in suits and ties
You lookin' for Mr. Right
But triple and double the price
Locked in on the bag (Get on the bag)
Focused on the grind (Get on the grind)
(Whoo)

Verse 2:
Test the lil bitch think she fine
I had to show her that she not though
And she asked me what my sign?
The middle fingers what I ride for
Think the bitch out her mind
Is she really someone I would die for?
Fuckin’ up all my vibes, ho
Tell me that yo ass spiritual
Damn, bitch you delirious
Ain't no way people taking you serious
Bitch you lying, you said you experienced
Even if I'm not even curious
Start smoking this gas but she all in my face
Tryna give me some facts about ‘peries
So I hope in that coupe and I make it go fast
‘Cause this bitch’s getting me furious

Hook:
What is your sign? (What is your sign?)
So what? I'm a cancer (Yuh) (Cancer)
I'm sick of them types (Yeah)
The signs are a lie (No lie) (Whoo)
How do you choose any nigga like this but your rate is a five? (No lie) (Rate is a five)
Unrealistic goals and these fantasies, gon' be alone when you die (Yeah)
I stand five foot five
I barely get picked up as a guy
I'm not even close to shy
I pull up in suits and ties
You lookin' for Mr. Right
But triple and double the price
Locked in on the bag (Get on the bag)
Focused on the grind (Get on the grind)
(Whoo)

[END]