Haviah Mighty – Honey Bun (Audio, Lyrics)

Female Canadian rapper, Haviah Mighty reintroduces the “Honey Bun” track with the Room Service. The song was produced by Bizness Boi & Derelle Rideout. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy, mp3 download.

Haviah Mighty Room Service

Haviah Mighty – Honey Bun (prod. Bizness Boi & Derelle Rideout)

13 January 2023
1 Song, 3 minutes
℗ 2023 Mighty Gang Inc.

Lyrics

[Intro: Haviah Mighty]
Another one (Hey, Biz, this you?)

[Verse 1: Haviah Mighty]
And another one
Thought you was the one, you just another one (Another one)
Thought I wasn’t nothing, but I’m number one (Let’s go)
I’m like Lauryn Hill, I’m just a younger one (Haha, yeah)
I be hugging bands, I got my money tucked (Bundles up)
If that ass is fat, I’m tryna fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Hop up in the bunk and we could buddy up (Let’s go)
Mighty Gang, but shorty call me honey bun (Yeah)
This that shorty you should study from
Six-pack like I got a tummy tuck (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bury niggas, then I dug ’em up (Dug ’em up)
Just to show these niggas what I’m drumming up (Fuck it up)
Work hard, that’s why my luck is up, That is not a reach (Okay)
I’ll be honest, I don’t see you niggas, what is y’all to me?
Honda Civic started fucking up, now I bought a Jeep (Skrrt)
Used to wanna be a fucking star, now I’m on the screen (Uh-huh)
All these years I let you niggas talk (Talk)
Now I’m ’bout to fucking scream (Scream)
All these years I couldn’t see the light (Light)
Now I gotta fucking beam

[Chorus: Haviah Mighty]
Thank you, plug, for the lala
Spicing up my life like masala
Don’t need nothing but yourself, that’s on my mama
Hypocrite, I’m in Balenciaga
Thank you plug for the lala
Spicing up my life like masala
Don’t need nothing but yourself, that’s on my father
Ignorant, I’m drippin’ in that Prada

[Verse 2: Haviah Mighty]
Drippy from my head to my toe, mm
I forgot the days when I was broke, mm
This is for my family and folk, mm
And for them silly niggas thinkin’ I’m a joke, mm
Ha-ha-ha, who laughing now? (Ha-ha)
Making what I used to make, I can’t imagine now (Let’s go)
Hm, we bougie, living lavish now (Yeah)
I could be your chaperone, I manage now (Okay, huh)
On a roller coaster, figure eight (Uh)
She just wanna dinner and a date (Hh)
She just want the wine pairing, she don’t even like sharing
She just want a bigger piece of steak (Woah)
I got money, you got body, that’s the trade off (Yeah)
And I’m so attractive, shorty that’s your payoff
Pretty but I’m handsome, plus I got the day off (Ah)
Ain’t no need for chaos, on your knees and—

[Chorus: Haviah Mighty]
Thank you, plug, for the lala
Spicing up my life like masala
Don’t need nothing but yourself, that’s on my mama
Hypocrite, I’m in Balenciaga
Thank you plug for the lala
Spicing up my life like masala
Don’t need nothing but yourself, that’s on my father
Ignorant, I’m drippin’ in that Prada

[Outro: Mr. Mighty]
Listen
A person could be so pretty, as they would say
But their ways are so filthy
The looks is nothing to me
All the good looks that a person may have
When they start dumping all their nasty ways on you
How long can you take that for?
You gonna walk away from that pretty looks that you met in the first place
So when I says, pretty looks is not everything
We talk about the beauty within
That is everything