or
The Black Eyed Peas

What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'm a 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 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-ys
Dolce and Gabbana
Fendi and then Donna
Karan, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin'
Fly gear but I ain't askin,
They say they love my ass 'n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't fakin'
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.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'm a get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gonna do with all that ass?
All that ass inside that 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 lovely lady lumps
In the back and in the front
My hump, my hump, my hump

Girl let's keep a trip to the disco
Let's go!
We (falta algum texto)

They say I'm really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin' at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can't touch it,
If u 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 tryn'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 lovin' got u,
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me.

What you gon' 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.
What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside that jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon 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.
What you gon' do wit 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.

Make you junk (work)
Make you junk (work)
Make you home (work)
Make you (ah! ah!)
Make you (ah!)
Make you junk (work)
Make you junk (work)
Make you home (work)
Work, work this!
Work this!
Work, work this!

Written by WILL ADAMS, DAVID PAYTON
Published by BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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