Blackeyed Peas - My Humps lyrics

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What cha gonna do wit all that junk

All that junk inside your trunk?

I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk

Get you love drunk of 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 & Gabbana, Fendi and then Donna

Karan, they be sharin' all their money got me wearin'

Fly gear but I ain't askin', they say they love my ass an'

Se7en Jeans, True Religion, I say no, but they keep givin'

So I keep on takin' and no I ain't taken

We can keep on datin', 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 gots chu

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, ah, on me on me

What cha gonna do wit all that junk

All that junk inside your trunk?

I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk

Get you love drunk of my hump

What cha gonna do wit all that ass

All that ass inside 'em 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 hump, my hump, my hump

My lovely lady lumps, check it out

I met a girl down at the disco

She said, "Hey, hey, hey you let's go

I could be your baby, you can be my honey

Let's spend time, not money”

“And mix your milk with my coco puffs

Milky, milky coco

Mix your milk with my coco puffs

Milky, milky right”

They say I'm really sexy, the boys they want to sex me

They always standing next to me, always dancing next to me

Tryin' to feel my hump, hump, lookin' at my lump, lump

You can look but chu can't touch it, if you touch it

I'm, ah start some drama, you don't want no drama

No, no drama, no, no, no drama

So don't pull on my hand, boy, you ain't my man, boy

I'm just tryin' to 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, my lovely lady lumps

My lovely lady lumps, no

In the back and in the front my lovin' gots chu

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, ah, on me, on me

What cha gonna do wit all that junk

All that junk inside your trunk?

I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk

Get you love drunk of my hump

What cha gonna do wit all that ass

All that ass inside 'em jeans?

I'ma make, make, make, make you scream

Make you scream, make you scream

What cha gonna 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 cha gonna 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

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

She's got me spending

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

So real

So real

So real

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