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What you 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 hump My lovely little lumps...check it out I drive these scrubbers crazy I do it on the daily They treat me realy 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 gearrr 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 takin' We can keep on datin' I keep on demonstrating. My love, my love, my love, my love You love my lady lumps, Letras de cancionesMy hump, my hump, my hump, My humps they got u, She's got me spending. Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me. She's got me spendin'. 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'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 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'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 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 x3 In the back and in the front. My lovin' got u, She's got me spendin'. Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me. She's got me spendin'. 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'ma 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'ma 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'ma get, get, get, get you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. What you gon' do wit 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 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! From Letras Mania