B.A.B.Y lyrics

by

Quavo


[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
You know I met her in Miami, that my baby
She know a young n*gga 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*gga hate me
I'ma young rich n*gga, can't believe I made it
Man I came from Kraft dinner, eatin' KD
Sleeping on the floor mats in the basement
Life hit me hard and I had to face it
I could never tell you n*ggas what them days did
You was with a n*gga 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*ggas 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 waitin'
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 Fingalicking (Nyamin')
Half innocent, half Video vixen (Want two of her)
Low mileage pus*y, she want commitment (Woah)
I don't know too much about love
Ay, I'm from Memphis where your girlfriend and best friend are witness and co-defendant (Big facts)
sh*t crazy, the world that we live in (Damn)
Snitches still livin' while real n*ggas 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)
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