Sticky Fingers Lyrics by Ashnikko
I look hot as ***
Mean goth *** go pull up in a big truck
Look for a little, get slapped if you touch
Shorts so little that it floss on my butt like
I look hot as ***
Vocal fry like deadpan, what?
Rhinestone belt, quartz in the clutch
Cotton candy *** with a seven and a slush
Like blue raspberry fruit roll ups
Girl, I look “What the ***?”
Hades hot, yup
I call him hot cheeto dust
I don’t want crumbs
Got hobbies, no crush like
I don’t want no crumbs
Nutcracker, I’m Tchaikovsky
No, hot cheeto dust
Wipe my hands, ugh, get off me
So what can you do for me?
That I can’t do for myself
Anticlimactic
Get your sticky fingers off me
You see me and you see heaven
You’re my personal hell
Anticlimactic
Get your sticky fingers off me, boy
Thigh-*** boots to the puss
I don’t want a city boy, he’s scared of a bush
Worship my foot
Illiterate, I think he’s never read a book
*** scene, fog up the screen
Showgirl, Bronco, hot beans
How sweet, you wanna be a team?
Ashnikko got some boyfriend-trinkets
I don’t want no crumbs
Nutcracker, I’m Tchaikovsky
No, hot cheeto dust
Wipe my hands, ugh, get off me
So what can you do for me?
That I can’t do for myself
Anticlimactic
Get your sticky fingers off me
You see me and you see heaven
You’re my personal hell
Anticlimactic
Get your sticky fingers off me, boy
So what can you do for me?
That I can’t do for myself
Anticlimactic
Get your sticky fingers off me
You see me and you see heaven
You’re my personal hell
Anticlimactic
Get your sticky fingers off me, boy