Honey Lyrics - Bryson Tiller

"Honey" 

Nah... 

Fuck it... check me out 

I hit your phone like, "What's up? When you tryin' get this sex from me 

You know I don't mean no disrespect, honey, ayy" 

Ain't no gas, you the best, honey 

Fine ass, send a pic, had to get a text from me 

Lovin' how that gold sit on your neck, honey 

That gold chain that's on your neck 

I love the way you dress, got a nigga so impressed 

Come out to the west, you say that's a bet (bet) 

Wish I had a jet, get you here faster 

Been on one before, must be fuckin' with a rapper 

I knew you was with it when you drove out to Atlanta 

I knew you was different when you spoke to me, your grammar 

So eloquent and mannered, yeah that shit attractive 

And you nasty, told me come break your back in (back in) 

What's poppin' later? We got action 

No distraction, know a place that we could crash in 

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Baby girl, ayy 

(I know a place where) 

Know a place that we could crash in 

(A place where we could get there 

I know a place, oh 

What you askin'?) 

Honey what you askin'? 

(Baby tell me what you askin' for 

Back and forth) 

She want that sticky slow like molasses 

(Slow, girl, slow, girl) 

Anything you want, you can have it 

Honey, you a bad bitch 

They don't know what I know 

They don't see what I see 

You know bitches gon' hate on you constantly 

Say the things you bought you prolly got from me 

That's nonsense, we don't listen to nonsense 

Get it on her own, no she don't need a sponsor 

Yeah mama, get your bread, mama 

Look so innocent but she a head monster 

She could get whoever, swear I gotta lay it proper 

But you can still call me Young Papa 

Take trips with me, nothing's what it's gon' cost ya 

Next time we hit New York we need a loft, yeah 

Damn that ass so soft 

Handful of your hair, I pull it when I break you off 

Get it, get it however you want, yup (want, yeah) 

Look at you, baby you dolled up 

Don't be modest, you get all this 

Tell me what you askin' 

Oh, baby 

(I know a place where) 

Know a place that we could crash in 

(A place where we could get there 

I know a place, oh 

What you askin'?) 

Honey what you askin'? 

(Baby tell me what you askin' for 

Back and forth) 

She want that sticky slow like molasses 

(Slow, girl, slow, girl) 

Anything you want, you can have it 

Honey, you a bad bitch 

Bad bitch 

Yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah