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tory lanez - b.a.b.y lyrics

(feat. moneybagg yo)

[verse 1: tory lanez]
you know i met her in miami, that’s my baby
she know a young n-gg- ballin’ just like mcgrady
i’m tryna give her the keys to that mercedes
i take her over the seas because i’m wavy
and we not really in love but we go crazy
shawty i can’t blame you, you can’t blame me
shawty i can’t play you, you can’t play me
’cause you do your thing two, i do my thing three
any way that you put it, look it’s the same thing
b-tch i’m wavy, i done pulled up in a ‘cedes
pockets on young and rich, let a n-gg- hate me
i’ma young rich n-gg-, can’t believe i made it
man i came from kraft dinner to eating kd
sleeping on the floor mats in the bas-m-nt
life hit me hard and i had to face it
i could never tell you n-gg-s what them days did
you was with a n-gg- through the time i wasted
smoked up, drinked up, i was wasted
fame on the way and i could nearly taste it
they left me for dead, i could never rate it
hit the block with me, n-gg-s with me, they did
i just came from the bottom and it’s back to basics
shawty held me down, now when i’m famous
i just wanna ball hard, i know where my lane is
i’m feeling sedated, you got me waiting
shawty you know you’re fine
and yeah you know you remind me of a bad little baby
touching and tasting, when i get you alone
i send tingles up your spine and baby you know i

[verse 2: moneybagg yo]
‘fore i made it out the gutter i was dreaming
‘fore i made it out the gutter i was dreaming
you know she my baby (thought you knew that)
i ain’t bullsh-ttin’ (nah)
met her in miami walking outta finger lickin’ (nyamin’)
half innocent, half video vixen (want two of her)
low mileage, p-ssy she want commitment (woah)
i don’t know too much about love
ay, i’m from memphis – where your girlfriend and b-tch friend a witness and co-defendant (big facts)
sh-t crazy, the world that we live in (d-mn)
snitches still livin’ while real n-gg-s get sentenced
‘fore i made it out the gutter i was dreaming
they love me for dead, i point out the hating (hating)
fast forward things, blues bustin’ out the jean (jean)
i bet on myself first, now i’m all in (bet on me)
will you be my b-a-b-y? (bae)
all them hoes man and i see why (yeah)
i was switching planes, mid lanes of the g5 (touring)
good in any hood from the south to the east side (bagg)

- tory lanez lyrics

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