Chris Carmouche - My Humps (Lil Jon Remix) lyrics

Whatcha gonna do with all that junk All that junk, inside your trunk? I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk Get you lovedrunk 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 then Donna Karen they be sharin' All their money got me wearing fly Brotha I ain't askin' They say they love my a** in Seven 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 got you She's got me spending Spending all you money on me And spending time on me She's got me spending Spending all you money on me 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 lovedrunk off my hump Whatcha gonna do with all that a** All that a**, inside dem jeans? I'ma make make make make you scream Make you scream, make you scream 'Cause of my humps, my hump, my hump, my hump My lovely lady lumps, in the back and in the front My hump, my hump, my Girl let's take a trip to the disco, yeah, let's go We can get frea-deaky on the dance floor, I dip you low You can take a sip of my cocoa, sip it slow Yeah, sip it real slow, yeah, sip it real slow They say I'm really s**y The boys they wanna s** me They always standin' next to me Always dancin' 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 My lovely lady lumps, my lovely lady lumps In the back and in the front My loving got you She's got me spending Spending all you money on me And spending time on me She's got me spending Spending all you money on me 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 lovedrunk off my hump Whatcha gonna do with all that a** All that a** inside that 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 drunk off my 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 Make you junk work Make you junk work Make your hump work Make you work, work, make you work Make you junk work Make you junk work Make your hump work Work it, just work it, work it