Cody Simpson

Cody Simpson - Make it hot (ft Jessica Jarrell) lyrics

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I can see it in your eyes
You want me
Stop that shit, you're welcome over here
Mad cause she ain't like me
Are you mad 'cause no other girls do it like me
All the care I can take, all the love I can make
Well you'll never find somebody that would make you feel the way I could
If you want it, come and get it, come get it
I'm ready
I'm cool with ridin' steady 'cause I'm bad
Yeah, I said it
Boy, I'm bad
Don't you forget it
The way I walk, that's me
The way I talk, that's me
The way I got my hair up
Don't you forget that's me
The voice in your speakers right now
That's me, that's me
And the voice in your ear, that's me
Can't you see
I'mma take it, I'mma take it
If you give it to me right now, I'mma take it
I'll leave my ladies, if you taste it
There's a reason why this loving's got you wasted


Make it hot for me (Whoa)
Make it hot for me (Whoa)
Make it hot for me
Hot for me

See
I like this right here (Yeah)
Okay look, I'm on this
Girl
I can't lie; I want ya
You and the music are the only things that I've been onto
I'm never cheating, for the record, If I'm ever with ya
I hope you're seeing everything that you need that other girls do
She said, "Step up your game. 
Step it up, boy, if you ever want to start on things."
I really wish she had a different way of doing things
I think the city that I'm from has kind of ruined things
It's such a small place, not much to do, but surf and swimming'
The boys are chillin' and the girls hearts in competition 
And all your friends telling you stories
That you've often misinterpret that you got through your head, 
that I'm not your Mr. Perfect
I can tell that you've been starin' all night
You want me to come over
You're praying I'll come over
Yeah, you're hoping I'll come over, no
This is one where I'll be sittin' and I gotcha
I'll be sittin', make it hot for you

Make it hot for me (Woah)
Make it hot for me (Yeah, yeah, woah)
Make it hot for me (Woah)
Make it hot for me (Woah)

May your neighbours repect ya
Trouble neglect ya
Angels protect ya
And heaven accept ya
Yeah
You
Yeah

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Yeah
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Language: English

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