Habanero
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Ah
Let me hear you talking, I'm so far away
Let me hear a single word that you say
Are ya'll just mad at my dinero?
All I gotta say
You think you hot, lit, bitch I'm Habanero
Nothing identical
Bussin' I'ma make no fucking bug, I'm crushing thy tenticles
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 nothin
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 loving
We high notched the oven
And my clock's-a-buzzing when you done it
You die drop for dozen
Can't get too close cause I'm real
My temperature make you feel
Keep it lit up and I'm still
I got no brakes and no chill
Let me hear you talking, I'm so far away
Let me hear a single word that you say
Are ya'll just mad at my dinero?
All I gotta say
You think you hot, lit, bitch I'm Habanero
Launch-father, wealthy and not the poor that has got not
So I'm bringing the heat and I'm walking on agua
Cause if I'm a pity 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 Ferrel
I'm sweating with every second destined like I'm an arrow
Aiming right at your chest if you ever want 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 give 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 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
My temperature make you feel
Keep it lit up and I'm still
I got no brakes and no chill
Let me hear you talking, I'm so far away
Let me hear a single word that you say
Are ya'll just mad at my dinero?
All I gotta say
You think you hot, lit, bitch I'm Habanero