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B.A.B.Y Lyrics – Tory Lanez | Moneybagg Yo
Song Details:
Song: B.A.B.Y
Artist: Tory Lanez
Feature Artist: Moneybagg Yo
Release: 2018

B.A.B.Y Lyrics

You know I met her in Miami that’s my baby
She know a young nigga 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
Bitch I’m wavy I done pulled up in the ‘cedes
Pockets on young and rich let a nigga hate me
I’ma young rich nigga can’t believe I made it
Man I came from Kraft dinner to eating KD,

Sleeping on the floor mats in the basement
Life hit me hard and I had to face it
I could never tell you niggas what them days did
You was with a nigga 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 niggas 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…

‘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 bullshittin’ nah
Met her in Miami walking outta finger lickin’ nyamin’
Half innocent half Video vixen to a hoe
Low mileage pussy she want commitment woah
I don’t know too much about love
Ay I’m from Memphis   where your girlfriend and
Bitch friend a witness and co defendant big facts,

Shit crazy the world that we live in damn
Snitches still livin’ while real niggas 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…