Video Baby de Tory Lanez 2025 Reggaeton Lyrics

Tory Lanez - Baby Lyrics

You know I met her in Miami, that’s my baby
She know a young ni*** 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***h I’m wavy, I done pulled up in the ‘cedes
Pockets on young and rich, let a ni*** hate me
I’ma young rich ni***, 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 ni*** 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’ versuri-lyrics.info
Met her in Miami walking outta finger lickin’ (nyamin’)
Half innocent, half Video vixen(.. to a hoe)
Low mileage, p***y she want commitment (woah)
I don’t know too much about love
Ay, I’m from Memphis – where your girlfriend and b***h friend a witness and co-defendant (big facts)
S**t 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?
All them h**s 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 sideee.