LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMy Humps (black Eyed Peas Cover)
I drive these brothers crazy,I do it on the daily,They treat me really nicely,They buy me all these ice-ysDolce & Gabbana,Fendi and then DonnaKaran, they be sharin'All their money got me wearin'Fly...My love, my love, my love, my loveYou love my lady lumps,My hump, my hump, my hump,My humps they got you...What you gonna 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 humpWhat you gonna do with all that ass?All that ass inside that jeans?I'm gonna make, make, make, you screamMake you scream, make you screamThey say I'm really sexy,The boys they wanna sex meThey always standing next to me,Always dancing next to me,Tryin' to feel my hump, humpLookin' at my lump, lumpYou 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, dramaMy hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,My hump, my hump, my humpMy lovely lady lumpsMy lovely lady lumpsShe's got me spendin'Spendin' all your money on me, spending time on meShe's got me spendin'Spendin' all your money on me, upon me, oh, on meWhat you gonna 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 humpWhat you gonna do with all that breast?All that breast inside that shirt?I'ma make, make, make, make you workMake you work, work, make you work
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