Robyn Adele Anderson - My humps - single version lyrics

Whatcha gonna do with 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 ice Dolce and Gabbana Fendi and Madonna Caring they be sharin' All their money got me wearing fly Whether I ain't askin' They say they love mah a** in Seven jeans True religion I say no But they keep givin' So I keep on takin' And no I ain't takin' We can keep on datin' Now keep on demonstratin' 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'm a get get get get you drunk Get you love drunk off my hump Whatcha gonna do with all that a** All that a** inside your jeans I'm a make make make make you scream Make you scream make you scream 'Cause of my humps 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 ya lets go I can be ya baby, you could be my honey Let's spend time not money And mix your milk with my coco puff Milky milky coco Mix your milk with my coco puff Milky milky Right They say I'm really s**y The boys they wanna s** me They always standin' next to me Always dancin' next to me Tryin' a feel my hump hump Lookin' at my lump lump You can look but you can't touch it If you touch it I'm a 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 tryin' 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 My lovely lady lumps my lovely lady lumps In the back and in the front 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 gonna do with all that junk All that junk inside that trunk I'm a get get get get you drunk Get you love drunk off my hump Whatcha gonna do with all that a** All that a** inside your jeans I'm a 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'm a get get get get you drunk Get you love drunk off this hump Whatcha gonna do with all that breast All that breast inside that shirt I'm a 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 (Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal)