Lyrics My Humps - Radio Edit - Lee Foss , Joshwa (UK)

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 lady 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 then Donna
Karan, they be sharing all their money, got me wearing that
Good but I ain't asking, they say they love my ass in
Seven Jeans, True Religion, I say no but they keep giving

So I keep on taking and, no, I ain't taken
We can keep on dating, I keep on demonstrating my love
My love, my love, my love
You love my lady lump
My hump, my hump, my hump

My lumps, they got you

Lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump
Lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump
Lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump
My humps, they got you
Lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump
Lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump
Lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump

Spending all your money on me
You can look but you can't touch it
If you touch it, touch it, touch it
Spending all your money on me
You can look but you can't touch it
If you touch it, touch it, touch it
Spending all your money on me
On-on me, on me
On-on me, on me
On-on me, on me

Whatcha gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma make-make-make-make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream
'Cause of my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump
My lovely lady lumps
Check it out

Lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump, lump
My hump, my hump, my hump