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What you gon' do wit' all that junk? | All that junk inside your trunk? | I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
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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