Habanero Lyrics - Tech N9ne

Your journey from Earth to Planet Pyune has been successful 

When exiting this aircraft 

ASpeedom-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 ya'll just mad at my dinero 

All I gotta say 

You think you hot, lit, bitch I'm Habanero 

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Nothing identical 

Bussin' I'ma make no fucking bug, I'm crushing thy tentacles 

Suckas be huffing and puffing 'cause I touching my pinnacle 

Cussing my Midas flow, now they women is sucking my genitals 

They flip 'cause so many is the heat 

I got the remedy all of my enemies feel like 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 them up and I sky-walked for nothing 

But taking you higher levels when I rocked percussion 

I'm at the top of the lift, and I'm fly, chop discussion 

It's fried hot on my block and I'm not the cousin 

The eye lock is sudden 

Whenever the people see me they cry lots of lovin' 

We high notched the oven 

And my clock's-a-buzzing when you done it 

You die drop fo' dozen 

Photos 

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 ya'll 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 walking 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 sweating with every second destined like I'm an arrow 

Aiming right at your chest if you f'in with my dinero 

Get out! 

Nobody touching 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 femur 

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 flop 

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 ya'll just mad at my dinero 

All I gotta say 

You think you hot, lit, bitch I'm Habanero