My Humps

Lyrics

What you gon' do wit' 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
 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 Donna
 Karan, they be sharing
 All their money
 Got me wearing fly
 Brother, 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
 I keep on demonstrating
 My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
 You love my lady lumps (love)
 My hump, my hump, my hump (love)
 My humps they got you
 (She's got me spending)
 Ooh
 Spending all your money on me
 And spending time on me
 (She's got me spending)
 Ooh
 Spending all your money on me
 O-On me, on me
 What you gon' do wit' 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 gon' do wit' 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 humps (huh?)
 My hump, my hump, my hump (what?)
 My hump, my hump, my hump (huh?)
 My lovely lady lumps
 Check it out
 I met a girl down at the disco
 She said, "Hey, hey, hey"
 Yeah, let's go
 I can be ya baby, you could be my honey
 Let's spend time, not money
 And mix yo' milk wit' my Cocoa Puff
 Milky, milky cocoa
 Mix yo' milk with my Cocoa Puff
 Milky, milky, right
 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
 Lookin' 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 pull on my hand, boy
 You ain't my man, boy
 I'm just tryna dance, boy
 And move my hump
 My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump
 My hump, my hump, my hump
 My hump, my hump, my hump
 My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
 My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
 My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
 In the back and in the front (lumps)
 My loving got you
 (She's got me spending)
 Ooh
 Spending all your money on me
 And spending time on me
 (She's got me spending)
 Ooh
 Spending all your money on me
 O-On me, on me
 What you gon' do wit' 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 gon' do wit' all that ass?
 All that ass inside them jeans?
 I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
 Make you scream, make you scream
 What you gon' do wit' all that junk?
 All that junk inside that trunk?
 I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
 Get you love drunk off this hump
 What you gon' do wit' all that breast?
 All that breast inside that shirt?
 I'ma make, make, make, make you work
 Make you work, work, make you work
 ♪
 (She's got me spending)
 Ooh
 Spending all your money on me
 And spending time on me
 (She's got me spending)
 Ooh
 Spending all your money on me
 O-On me, on me
 ♪
 So real (so real), so real (so real)
 So real (so real), so real (so real)
 Surreal (surreal), surreal (surreal)
 Surreal (surreal), surreal (surreal)
 So real (so real), so real (so real)
 So real (so real), so real (so real)
 Surreal (surreal), surreal (surreal)
 Surreal (surreal), surreal (surreal)
 So real (so real, so real)
 

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Song Details

Duration
05:26
Key
1
Tempo
124 BPM

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