Lyrics My Humps - black eyed peas

Whatcha gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
Imma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love junk 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 ices
Dolce and Gabbana
Fendi and Madonna
Caring they be sharing
All their money got me wearing fly

Brother I ain't asking
And 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 taking
We can keep on dating
Now 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)
Spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
She's got me spending (oh)
Spending all your money on me
Uh, on me, on me

Whatcha gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
Imma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love junk off my hump
Whatcha gonna do with all that ass
All that ass inside the jeans
Imma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream

'Cause of my humps (huh)
My hump, my hump, my hump (what?)
My hump, my hump, my hump (huh)
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 can be ya baby, you could be my honey
Let's spend time not money
And mix yo' 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 standing next to me
Always dancing next to me
Tryna feel my hump, hump
Lookin' at my lump, lump

You can look but you can't touch it
If you touch it Imma 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 trying 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 hump
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
In the back and in the front (lumps)
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
Uh, on me, on me

Whatcha u gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
Imma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love junk off my hump
What you gonna do with all that ass
All that ass inside the jeans
Imma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream

Whatcha gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
Imma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love junk off this hump
Whatcha gonna do with all that breast
It's all that breast inside that shirt
Imma 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
Uh, on me, on me

So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
Surreal (surreal), surreal (surreal)
Surreal (surreal), surreal (surreal)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
Surreal (surreal), surreal (surreal)
Surreal (surreal), surreal (surreal)
So real (so real, so real)