Lyrics Hot Stuff - Ashlee Simpson

Hot Stuff

Listen!
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 wantin' some
Uh, she’s wearing that?
Better expect that boy’s attack
Truce
I want some of that happy juice
Mmm, what kind of soda?
People in hell would die for John Walker (Ow! uh)
Wait a sec, everybody down (Hit the deck)
People say you’re goin' out your mind
To think you’re hot stuff, gotta think you’re hot stuff
What’cha gonna do, they talk about it anyhow
You think you’re hot stuff
I know I’m hot stuff
OK, one, two
Everybody look what I can do!
I can bring me leg up all the way!
(Can she do it? Can she do it?)
Piece-o-cake!
Show off
She just wanna take her clothes off (Uh!)
Fiyah, I got that shit that get you higher
One to anotha, you will discover
That’s the way it is
People say you’re goin' out your mind
To think you’re hot stuff, gotta think you’re hot stuff
What’cha gonna do, they talk about it anyhow
You think you’re hot stuff
I know I’m hot stuff
People say you’re goin' out your mind
To think you’re hot stuff, gotta think you’re hot stuff
What’cha gonna do, they talk about it anyhow
You think you’re hot stuff
I know I’m hot stuff
What you gonna do when you ah zip it?
Chad… flip it
Feels like I’m in Candyland
I’m going down the shute again
With unicorns and fairy wings
I think I’ve had too much to drink
People say you’re goin' out your mind
To think you’re hot stuff, gotta think you’re hot stuff
What’cha gonna do, they talk about it anyhow
You think you’re hot stuff
I know I’m hot stuff
People say you’re goin' out your mind
To think you’re hot stuff, gotta think you’re hot stuff
What’cha gonna do, they talk about it anyhow
You think you’re hot stuff
I know I’m hot stuff