save it for another day lyrics – ludacris

ey! save it for another day
i ain’t try to hear that sh*t, no way
hold up, let me take two sips
and you can can miss me with that bullsh*t
miss me with that bullsh*t
miss me with that bullsh*t
miss me with that bullsh*t
miss me with that bullsh*t
hold up, let me take two sips
and you can can miss me with that bullsh*t

you look like an a 8 figya n*gg*
gone off the liquor
and i’m fired up like the booty of a swisha
make the trunk shake like a california quake
and everywhere i go these b*tches tryna take my pictcha
all white beama accentuated features
talk around the rim like a f*cking margarita
cops profiling but i’m still wildin’ hoping that they never find this cannibis sativa
toke in moderation like n*gg*rs on probation
i break it like a record then i put it on rotation
p*ss it like a test cause the system got me stressed
so when they stop me askin for license and registration

i’m like

ey! save it for another day
i ain’t try to hear that sh*t, no way
hold up, let me take two sips
and you can can miss me with that bullsh*t
miss me with that bullsh*t
miss me with that bullsh*t
miss me with that bullsh*t
miss me with that bullsh*t
hold up, let me take two sips
and you can can miss me with that bullsh*t

yeah, p*ss the lighta i’m rollin like a tire
yeah we bout to blow i got that bomb like al queda
the streets is not at ease so i keep a desert e
and any given day you get that cannon like mariah
yeah i rock the cradle, drop you like your label
i got so fired up some illegal like my cable
try me and you wishin for a gang of ammunition
i’m handy with this cap people thinkin i’m disabled
couple ladies with me cause i’m long like pippy
so you’ll just find yourself like a minaj like nicki
a sucka for them curves went over a billion serves
i said b*tch! get on deez and i ain’t talkin about micky

she said

ey! save it for another day
i ain’t try to hear that sh*t, no way
hold up, let me take two sips
and you can can miss me with that bullsh*t
miss me with that bullsh*t
miss me with that bullsh*t
miss me with that bullsh*t
miss me with that bullsh*t
hold up, let me take two sips
and you can can miss me with that bullsh*t

problem’s ova, driving on the shoulda
b*ss booms trunk got that thunda like oklahoma
woofers on them tweets my accura’s got beats
my kicka’s go hard, yeah my speakers got a b*n*r
crome kitted 5% tinted on the highway gettin head i told her push me to the limit
she got my b*lls sprung like a i hit a homerun
she make her mouth stretch like the f*ckin 7th inning
so it, one, two, three strikes you outta there luda got em playing with theyself like solitaire
birds of a feather supposed to stick togetha
but sick of women saying they friend look like halle berry

i’m like

ey! save it for another day
i ain’t try to hear that sh*t, no way
hold up, let me take two sips
and you can can miss me with that bullsh*t
miss me with that bullsh*t
miss me with that bullsh*t
miss me with that bullsh*t
miss me with that bullsh*t
hold up, let me take two sips
and you can can miss me with that bullsh*t

/ ludacris lyrics