The Black Eyed Peas - My Humps

Whatcha gonna do with all that junk? All that junk inside your trunk? I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk Get you love junk 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 Madonna Caring they be sharing All their money got me wearing fly Brother, I ain't asking And 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 taking We can keep on dating Now 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 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'ma get, get, get, get you drunk Get you love junk off my hump Whatcha gonna do with all that ass? All that ass inside the 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 with my coco puff Milky, milky coco Mix your milk with my coco 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 trying a 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 (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 u gonna do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk Get you love junk off my hump What you gonna do with all that ass? All that ass inside the jeans? I'ma make, make, make, make you scream Make you scream, make you scream Whatcha gonna do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk Get you love junk off this hump Whatcha gonna do with 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 Uh, 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)