Honey child - gansta
Honey child, drippin heat, I feel you grind in slowBody talkin like a secret that my crew already knowYou bend, night bends with you, everything goes feralHoney child… you the gospel in my gutter chapel
Honey child, drippin heat, I feel you grind in slowBody talkin like a secret that my crew already knowYou bend, night bends with you, everything goes feralHoney child… you the gospel in my gutter chapel
Bitch. Don’t lie.Don’t play like you don’t know.Married with kids. You is my side hoe.Sneakin out the crib with that ring still onPanties in your purse, perfume loud and strongGrabbin on my belt like you need that doseBreath hot as a furnace whispering closeYou say “quit playin”… but you climb on topAnd the whole damn block feel the rhythm drop
Honey, u is right on da moneyGlittered up tits and an ass like a buffet at Sonny’sSweet.Deep as sin, but the secret’s out…Cause that’s where me and all my homies hangout, shout out.
You ride in like a storm about to snap my spineTalkin nasty in my ear, sayin “don’t waste time”Nails on my back like you carvin your nameHeadboard knockin like it’s tryna join the gameSweat drippin down you like a midnight spillTongue sharp as a blade with a sugar-coated thrillYou pull me back in with a handful of heatBeggin for the kind of sin you don’t confess or repeat
You want filthy? Baby, filth you getYou the type that turn a halo to a silhouetteEvery kiss tastes like trouble in a tight dressYou the reason sheets scream like they under duress
Honey child, you the queen of the lowdown artsYou break beds, vows, rules, and heartsYou the kind of fire that makes saints go numbHoney child… where the deep dark comes from
Honey child...
Honey child, drippin heat, I feel you grind in slowBody talkin like a secret that my crew already knowYou bend, night bends with you, everything goes feralHoney child… you the gospel in my gutter chapel
Bitch. Don’t lie.Don’t play like you don’t know.Married with kids. You is my side hoe.Sneakin out the crib with that ring still onPanties in your purse, perfume loud and strongGrabbin on my belt like you need that doseBreath hot as a furnace whispering closeYou say “quit playin”… but you climb on topAnd the whole damn block feel the rhythm drop
Honey, u is right on da moneyGlittered up tits and an ass like a buffet at Sonny’sSweet.Deep as sin, but the secret’s out…Cause that’s where me and all my homies hangout, shout out.
You ride in like a storm about to snap my spineTalkin nasty in my ear, sayin “don’t waste time”Nails on my back like you carvin your nameHeadboard knockin like it’s tryna join the gameSweat drippin down you like a midnight spillTongue sharp as a blade with a sugar-coated thrillYou pull me back in with a handful of heatBeggin for the kind of sin you don’t confess or repeat
You want filthy? Baby, filth you getYou the type that turn a halo to a silhouetteEvery kiss tastes like trouble in a tight dressYou the reason sheets scream like they under duress
Honey child, you the queen of the lowdown artsYou break beds, vows, rules, and heartsYou the kind of fire that makes saints go numbHoney child… where the deep dark comes from
Honey child...