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Correct B.A.B.Y Lyrics
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(feat. Moneybagg Yo) [Verse 1: Tory Lanez] 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 a '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 [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 bullshittin' (nah) Met her in Miami walking outta finger lickin' (nyamin') Half innocent, half Video vixen (want two of her) 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)
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