Ashlee Simpson Hot Stuff Lyrics
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I walk into your joint
With a hoodie on
Don't need a short skirt
To get it on
It goes on
Here she comes
Sunday school girl walked us on
Uh, she's wearing that?
Better expect the boys attack
I want some of that happy juice
What kind of soda?
People will hide for you...
Wait a sec, everybody down (Hit the deck)
People say you're going out your mind
To think I'm hot stuff, got think you're hot stuff
What you're gonna do they talk about it anyhow
You think you're hot stuff, I know I'm hot stuff
Okay, one, two
Everybody look what I can do
I can bring me like up all the way (Sure it's good)
Piece of cake
She just wanna take her clothes off
Ay ya... how that, that trick you?
Ay ya... once or another, you will discover
That's the way it is...
What you're gonna do when ya'll zip it
Shall flip it !
Feels like I'm in candyland
I'm going down on should again
Whit unicorns and fairy wounds
I think I have too much to drink
Written by: Chad Hugo, Kenna Zemedkun, James David Washington, Ashlee Nicolle Simpson
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC