My Humps

Whatchu gon' do with Whatchu gon' do with Whatchu gon' do with all that junk? Junk Whatchu gon' do with all that junk All that junk inside your trunk? I'ma 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 ices Dolce and Gabbana Fendi and that Danna Karan, they be sharin' All their money got me wearin' fly Gear but I ain't askin' They say love my ass in Seven Jeans, True Religion I say no, but they keep givin' So I keep on takin' They know I ain't takin' We can keep on dating And I keep on demonstrating My love My love, my love, my love You love my lady lumps My hump, my hump, my hump My humps, they got you My humps, they got you My humps they got you Spending all your money on me Spending all your money on me, ah-on me, on me Ah-on me, on me Ah-on me, on me Whatchu gon' do with all that junk All that junk inside that trunk? I'ma get-get-get you drunk Get you love-drunk off my hump Whatchu gon' do with all that ass All that ass inside them jeans? I'ma make-make-make you scream Make you scream, make you scream 'Cause of my hump My hump, my hump, my hump My hump, my hump, my hump My lovely lady lumps Check it out My hump, my hump, my hump You can look but you can't touch, if you touch it, touch it Touch it Touch it Touch it, touch it Whatchu gon' do with...