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bryson tiller – honey lyrics

[intro]
nah…
f-ck it… check me out

[verse 1]
i hit your phone like, “what’s up? when you tryin’ get this s-x from me
you know i don’t mean no disrespect, honey, ayy”
ain’t no gas, you the best, honey
fine -ss, 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 n-gg- 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 f-ckin’ 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 sh-t 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

[chorus]
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 mol-sses
slow, girl, slow, girl
anything you want, you can have it
honey, you a bad b-tch

[verse 2]
they don’t know what i know
they don’t see what i see
you know b-tches 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
d-mn that -ss 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’

[chorus]
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 mol-sses
slow, girl, slow, girl
anything you want, you can have it
honey, you a bad b-tch

[outro]
bad b-tch
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

- bryson tiller lyrics

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