Release: September 20, 2005
Whatcha gon' 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
I drive these brothers crazy
They treat me really nicely
They buy me all these iceys
All their money got me wearing fly
They say they love my ass in
Seven Jeans, True Religion
I say no but they keep givin'
Now keep on demonstratin'
My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
You love my lady lumps (love)
My hump, my hump, my hump (love)
Oh, spending all your money on me
Oh, spending all your money on me
Whatcha gon' 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 gon' do with 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 hump (hump), my hump, my hump, my hump (what?)
My hump, my hump, my hump (hump), my lovely lady lumps
I met a girl down at the disco
She said, "Hey, hey, hey, yeah, let's go"
I could be ya baby, you could be my honey
Let's spend time not money
And mix your milk with my coco puff
Mix your milk with my coco puff
The boys they wanna sex me
They always standin' next to me
Always dancin' next to me
Tryin' to feel my hump, hump
You can look but you can't touch it
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don't pull on my hand, boy
I'm just tryin' to dance, boy
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump
My lovely lady lumps (lump)
My lovely lady lumps my lovely lady lumps (lump)
In the back and in the front
Oh, spending all your money on me
Oh, spending all your money on me
Whatcha gon' 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 gon' do with all that ass
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream
Whatcha gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off this hump
Whatcha gon' 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
Oh, spending all your money on me
Oh, spending all your money on me
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
David Payton / Will Adams