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Текст: Adrienne Bailon. This Hot.

Verse 1:

I do me all own my own, baby please believe it
Young, fly, flashy
Switch my wardrobe every season
No he wanna holla, make it hard to find a reason
Cause I know I'm hot and I know you see it
Give me a break, shoot me the game, tell me ya name
I'm not like the rest
She might be hot, but we not the same
I ain't got it for cheap
I'm like the sun, dry up the rain
If you get it from me, that means I gave it to you

Chorus:

Cause when ya this hot you ain't gotta do nothing, but mmm mmm
This hot you ain't gotta say nothing, but mmm mmm
This hot dance up on him, make that booty mmm mmm
This hot, this hot mmm mmm

Verse 2:

I know you use to them quick chicks sayin boy come'n see me

I still tryin to pencil you in before the weekend
You ridin big
I'm in them same cars willin to give it to you, gotta be up on your game dude
Give me a break, shoot me the game, tell me ya name
I'm not like the rest
She might be hot, but we not the same
I ain't got it for cheap
I'm like the sun, dry up the rain
If you get it from me, that means I gave it to you

Chorus:

Cause when ya this hot you ain't gotta do nothing, but mmm mmm
This hot you ain't gotta say nothing, but mmm mmm
This hot dance up on him, make that booty mmm mmm
This hot, this hot mmm mmm

Cause when ya this hot you ain't gotta do nothing, but mmm mmm
This hot you ain't gotta say nothing, but mmm mmm
This hot dance up on him, make that booty mmm mmm
This hot, this hot mmm mmm

Bailon, Adrienne