ELZhi, T3 of Slum Village - Save Ya lyrics

Picture me going out, I know what a hoe 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 or chill
You would have got in bed for a bill
But still, you can't explain why you feeling
Me this fast yet
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 success
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
Blowin 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?