My Humps
The Black Eyed Peas - Monkey Business (20th Anniversary Edition)
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What you gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk Get you love drunk off
My hump My hump, my hump My hump, my hump, my hump My hump
My hump, my hump My lovely little lumps, check it out!
I drive these brothers crazy, I do it on the daily They treat me
Really nicely, they buy me all these iceys Dolce & Gabbana, Fendi
And then Donna Karan, they be sharing all that money Got me wearin'
Fly gear, but I ain't asking They say they love my ass in Seven
Jeans, True Religion I say "no," but they keep giving So I keep on
Taking, and no, I ain't taken We can keep on dating or keep on
Demonstrating My love My love, my love, my love You love my lady
Hump My hump, my hump, my hump My humps, they got you She's got me
Spending Spending all your money on me and spending time on me She's
Got me spending Spending all your money on me, o-on me, o-on me What
You gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk Get you love drunk off my hump
What you gonna do with all that ass, all that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream Make you scream, make you
Scream 'Cause of my hump My hump, my hump, my hump My lovely lady
Lumps In the back and in the front My hump, my hump, my- Girl
Let's take a trip to the disco, yeah, let's go We could get freaky-
Deaky on the dance floor I'll dip you low, then you can take a sip
Of my coco, sip it slow, yeah, sip it real slow, yeah Sip it real
Slow They say I'm really sexy, the boys, they wanna sex me They
Always standing next to me, always dancing next to me Tryna feel my
Hump, hump, looking at my lump, lump You can look, but you can't
Touch it, if you touch it I'ma Start some drama, you don't want no
Drama No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama So don't glue on my hand
Boy, you ain't my man, boy I'm just tryna dance
Boy, and move my hump What you gonna do with
All that junk, all that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk Get you love
Drunk off my hump What you gonna do with all
That breasts, all that breasts inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work Make you work, work, make
You work, work Make your junk work Make your junk work Make your
Hump work Make you work, work Make you work Make your junk work Make
Your junk work Make your hump work Work it, just work it, work it