Save Ya - eLZhi, T3

Picture me going out, I know what a ho about

Tryna glow off the next man’s dough account

But I’ve, been swift on the toes, since an infant

Why should I treat you different with a gift and a rose?

That’s the way I could please ya, but you a hood skeezer

I should squeeze ya, for smoking up my good reefer

You see me hopping out of limousines

So you begin to scheme on my winning team, but in your dreams

You got them niggas actin strange going crazy

Cause you got a figure that could change «no» to «maybe»

Infatuated with material things

You only see your feet in them shoes, your ears in those rings

But ah, you could come around on your best behavior

But sorry love I can’t save ya…

And I know every nigga on the block gon' praise ya

I’m international, I can’t save ya

And there’s only one thing I know

You really gotta go for sure, ayo

So baby girl on no grounds, will we marry, slow down

So just hold your horses like a merry go round, round

You fantasizing 'bout shopping sprees

Cause you seen me dropping G’s, like I’m chopping keys

Calling your best friend and tell her that I’m balling

And how you go and have me all in love falling

Fed you a meal, now you head over heels

Dead it and chill, you would have got in bed for a bill

But still, you can’t explain why you feeling me this past year

Which one will it be you liability or asset

Let me take a guess, you would show your naked flesh

And shake your breast at any man that would make some sess

But don’t come around me for a favor

Sorry sweetheart, I can’t save ya…

And we can roll out, roll up, smoke herb of different flavors

I can get ya high but can’t save ya

Primetiming’s in her mind

But she said me for this time

So now, me and you we could never be an item

You goin nowhere, look how far I’ve come

I got my own shit, but you don’t own shit

You bone for a Sprint phone and your home rent

You might have played other niggas but they not me

They see with two eyes, you know I got three

You can’t play me, no not three

Uh-uh, I’m not the one, that’s why I got free

You can’t save the unsaveable

Ms. Unsatiable, you coming at me like a Flavor Roast

You want it your way or the highway

You raise your voice, but settle down this where I stay

You never cease to surprise me

So I had to go like a worker on a Friday

You know what you did, don’t try to look me sideways

A little thing called trust, glowin my phone up

All in my contacts callin peeps up

So time’s up, I done been through enough

The road too rocky for me to roll so I bust up

I could send you my French ride

Was it to have a good time?