taktix (aus) - hot in herre lyrics
[intro]
haha
b+tch yeah
whenever you tryna f+ckin’ get me down
nah seriously they really tryin’ to get me down bruh
look i think they forgot about the f+ckin’ connect bruh
aye
you know it’s the real sh+t
[verse 1, taktix]
yeah
b+tch
yeah i went ghost
assessing all of the talent out
i’ll cl!ck reset for the effort
you tried to gather round
i’m not impressed with you f+ckers
i’ll climb the ladder now
i chewed the game and spat it out
motherf+cker let’s have it out
i had to leave the f+ckers
that tried to make all my music flop
it’s not my talent cause music slaps
and the proof is us
like how the f+ck you gone take two
then leave one out ma bruvva
that’s my bruvva don’t ever try me
you stupid f+cks
[verse 2, taktix]
i’m sorry
i’m angry
i’m lowkey f+cking faded
i promised that i’ll never have a drink until i made it
but everydays a blessing
i’m moving pieces like chess
you can get it grab a vest
i’m f+cking built from the dessert
and i’ve heard enough
i ain’t tryna dirt or nun
i just had to pop out just to save it
cause copying me is bad enough
the b+lls rolling for all of you
now it’s batter up
i set the f+cking standard
your standard just never added up
[verse 3, laze]
it really didn’t matter bruh
really it’s just sad as f+ck
writing raps i murder ink
bruvva i’m f+cking tatted up
tell em p+ssies saddle up
tax said the b+lls rolling (yeah i did)
p+ssy try and flatten us
i’m back baby and i’m ready to spray
you can’t knock me cause i’m heavy
b+tch you know that it’s laze
i’m here to eat no competition
on the mic i’m getting better like
you don’t want no drama
i’ll be waiting for your counterstrike
middle of the warzone
your crew is getting torn though
faking motherf+ckers
show your p+ssy for the p+rno
[verse 4, taktix & laze]
ha
that sh+ts embarrassing as
and how the f+ck you gonna say
that you was carrying tax
i get the strap and then clap
i tell the p+ssy relax
and don’t you ever try
and come around and f+ck with the pack
it’s tbs
[outro, taktix]
they never thought i’d be mad
i brought my gat into the club
and now they’re leaving it
saying they’re like
i ain’t tryna get shot
i’m gonna f+ck off home now
they never thought i’d be mad
i brought my gat into the club
and now they’re leaving it
saying they’re like
i ain’t tryna get shot
i’m gonna f+ck off home now
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