Release: September 20, 2005

Lyrics:

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

Check it out

I drive these brothers crazy

I do it on the daily

They treat me really nicely

They buy me all these iceys

Dolce & Gabbana

Fendi and that Donna

Karan they be sharin'

All their money got me wearing fly

Gear but I ain't askin'

They say they love my ass 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'

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)

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

On-on me, 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

Check it out

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

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 standin' next to me

Always dancin' next to me

Tryin' to 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 tryin' to 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 (lump)

My lovely lady lumps my lovely lady lumps (lump)

In the back and in the front

(Lump) 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

On-on me, 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

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

On-on me, on me

Songwriter:

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)

So real (so real)

David Payton / Will Adams

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