Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
All that junk inside your 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

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I drive these brothers crazy
I do it on the daily
They treat me really nicely
They buy me all these ice
Dolce and Gabbana
Fendi and Madonna
Caring they be sharin'
All their money got me wearing fly
Whether I ain't askin'
They say they love mah ass in
Seven jeans
True religion
I say no
But they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't takin'
We can keep on datin'
Now keep on demonstratin'

My love my love my love my love
You love my lady lumps
My hump my hump my hump
My humps they got you

She's got me spending

Oh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on me

She's got me spending

Oh, spending all your money on me
Uh on me on me

Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunk

I'm a get get get get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump

Whatcha gonna do with all that ass
All that ass inside your jeans

I'm a make make make make you scream
Make you scream make you scream

'Cause of my humps...