Honey child - R & b
Honey child, you pop that thing like it’s tryna start beefGot me actin outta pocket like a wallet with no grief, Uh-huhYou throw it back wild, got me losin my stanceHoney child… make a grown man beg on command
Bitch. Don’t lie.Don’t play like you don’t know.Mmm hmmMarried with kids. You is my side hoe.Shh, keep the drama on silent modeYou text me “u up?” like a trap in a robeYou slide through my crib with the thighs on displayLingerie lookin like it’s tryna misbehave
I grip your hips like I’m signin a leasePull that hair back like I’m groomin a beastYou ride me like a rumor with too much steamSayin “Daddy shut up and fulfill my dream”
Honey, u is right on da money, Mmm..Glittered up tits and an ass like a buffet at Sonny’sLoad it up. Sweet.Deep as sin, but the secret’s out…Cause that’s where me and all my homies hangout, shout out. OopsBut you still come back for the remix again.
Yeah, you nasty, you bougie, you chaos deluxeYou walk in the room and my morals go “yikes”You throw that mouth like a holiday saleEverything must go when you inhaleBless you for that talentYou leave me limp like a broken challenge
When you arch that back it look criminalAnd the grip you got? Pure biblicalYou say “don’t tap out till your legs stop workin”Baby, I’m tryin but this body is hurtinYou built for sin like a custom orderAnd I keep comin back like a man outta order
You don’t flirt, you threatenYou don’t kiss, you weaponYou the reason my sheets need therapy sessionsEvery position you choose is a life lessonAnd I study every one like I’m tryna pass confession
Honey child, you the queen of the messy delightEvery time we link up it ruin my nightIn the best worst way, I can’t even pretendHoney child… you my chaos again
Honey child… you my chaos again
Bitch. Don’t lie.Don’t play like you don’t know.Mmm hmmMarried with kids. You is my side hoe.Shh, keep the drama on silent modeYou text me “u up?” like a trap in a robeYou slide through my crib with the thighs on displayLingerie lookin like it’s tryna misbehave
I grip your hips like I’m signin a leasePull that hair back like I’m groomin a beastYou ride me like a rumor with too much steamSayin “Daddy shut up and fulfill my dream”
Honey, u is right on da money, Mmm..Glittered up tits and an ass like a buffet at Sonny’sLoad it up. Sweet.Deep as sin, but the secret’s out…Cause that’s where me and all my homies hangout, shout out. OopsBut you still come back for the remix again.
Yeah, you nasty, you bougie, you chaos deluxeYou walk in the room and my morals go “yikes”You throw that mouth like a holiday saleEverything must go when you inhaleBless you for that talentYou leave me limp like a broken challenge
When you arch that back it look criminalAnd the grip you got? Pure biblicalYou say “don’t tap out till your legs stop workin”Baby, I’m tryin but this body is hurtinYou built for sin like a custom orderAnd I keep comin back like a man outta order
You don’t flirt, you threatenYou don’t kiss, you weaponYou the reason my sheets need therapy sessionsEvery position you choose is a life lessonAnd I study every one like I’m tryna pass confession
Honey child, you the queen of the messy delightEvery time we link up it ruin my nightIn the best worst way, I can’t even pretendHoney child… you my chaos again
Honey child… you my chaos again