Signals Lyrics

I send the signal , she taken the hint

That sin a commence , rinse it off and repent

Im fucking her good, it's again and again

If I take her to the top , you know it's the pent

Cashmere , Prada , pink cardigan bag with the flap

Three racks , here spend I'm spinning, spinning

I just might just flip , don't get tossed outside

Trash stink when it sit

Giving ten out of ten

I'm the judge

You good be great no sub , won't do no trades on love

Im feeling that vapor Vicks when I rub

I can't say much to a bitch I don't trust

I rather go virgin bitch never been touched married her baby

We still in love , throw some cash , here buy you some lunch

Who can you trust

True, you know it don't lie

I built my wrist just to work telling time it a work let it work

Is what I'm telling time , time out in and out

I'm quick, fuck taken my time , I quit

Fuck taken this job ,I'm sick

Pto , no call no show bitch

Like a class drop out , once I dropped out

The Y comes at the end , watch how it fits

Classy , ask me , I been innocent

I'm to poised don't ever forget aster

I got M's each time aster come around

I put M's to that bitch so now that's mastered

Add a beat to this shit, no back ups

Jump of the ground into a back flip , forward , position not backwards

I'm back doors , with the backwoods

Eat up the beat , devoured

Napkins vacuum powered sucking up the crumbs

Whatever's left after 48 laws of power

I read all 48th chapters in a timely fashion

Fashion intersection in the section body guard careful who's let in

When shit go wrong who let it , shit still shit you smell it

Flow like snow iced cold wet

See my drip silhouette

I send the signal , she taken the hint

That sin a commence , rinse it off and repent

Im fucking her good, it's again and again

If I take her to the top , you know it's the pent

Cashmere , Prada , pink cardigan bag with the flap

Three racks , here spend I'm spinning, spinning

I just might just flip , don't get tossed outside

Trash stink when it sit

Giving ten out of ten I'm the judge

You good be great no sub won't do no trades on love

Im feeling that vapor Vicks when I rub

I can't say much to a bitch I don't trust

I rather go virgin bitch never been touched married her baby

We still in love , throw some cash , here , buy you some lunch