Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Habanero, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Planet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.03.2018
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Habanero |
| Your journey from Earth to Planet Pyune has been successful |
| When exiting this aircraft, a Speedom-mobile will be assigned to you |
| Ah |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot |
| Let me hear you talking, I’m so far away |
| Let me hear a single word that you say |
| Feel like y’all just mad at my dinero |
| All I gotta say, «You think you hot, lit, bitch I’m habanero» |
| Nothing identical |
| Bussin' I mimic no fuckin' bug, I’m crushin' thy tentacles |
| Suckas be huffin' and puffin' 'cause I’m touchin' my pinnacle |
| Cussin' my menace flow, now their women are suckin' my genitals |
| They flip 'cause so many is the heat |
| I got the remedy all of my enemies feel ignominious defeat |
| Knowin' it finna be like an infinite lettin' 'em have it |
| I wreck and I ravage, a Tech and a Travis make the record a savage |
| I popped a muffin, I skywalk for nothin' |
| But takin' you higher levels when I rock percussion |
| I’m at the top of the list in a fly chop discussion |
| It’s fried hot on my block and I’m not the Cuzzin |
| The eye lock is sudden |
| Whenever the people see me they cry lots of lovin' |
| We high notch the oven |
| And my clock’s-a-buzzin' when you’re done and you die, drop fo' dozen (Roses!) |
| Can’t get too close 'cause I’m real |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot |
| My temperature make you feel |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot |
| Keep it lit up and I’m still |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot |
| I got no brakes and no chill |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot |
| Let me hear you talking, I’m so far away |
| Let me hear a single word that you say |
| Feel like y’all just mad at my dinero |
| All I gotta say, «You think you hot, lit, bitch I’m habanero» |
| LAJFA the wealthy and not the poors that’ve got not |
| So I’m bringing the heat and I’m walkin' on agua |
| 'Cause if I’m a penny pusher that be like blah-blah |
| And never listen to see if you habanero |
| So I’m stuck in the booth and I’m Colin Farrell |
| I’m sweatin' with every second I’m destined like I’m an arrow |
| Aimin' right at your chest if you effin' with my dinero |
| Get out! |
| Nobody touchin' the Tecca Nina |
| If you feeling you can do better, then you a dreamer |
| I’m gonna live and givin' critics the middle finger |
| Bringing hella disaster, ain’t nobody no FEMA |
| Welcome to my planet, we damage and we can chop |
| Killers with the advantage, we manage to be the top |
| Competitors ain’t no better 'cause we the head of the flock |
| We made the Planet Rock, now I’m gonna make your credit drop |
| And it stops… |
| Can’t get too close 'cause I’m real |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot |
| My temperature make you feel |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot |
| Keep it lit up and I’m still |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot |
| I got no brakes and no chill |
| Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot |
| Let me hear you talking, I’m so far away |
| Let me hear a single word that you say |
| Feel like y’all just mad at my dinero |
| All I gotta say, «You think you hot, lit, bitch I’m habanero» |
| Welcome to Planet (Pyune) |