My Humps (DJ B Noise Electro Remix) - Black Eyed Peas
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My Humps (DJ B Noise Electro Remix) Lyrics
Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
All that junk inside your trunkI'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 little lumpsCheck it outI drive these brothers crazy
I do it on the daily
They treat me really nicely
They buy me all these ice
Dolce and Gabbana
Fendi and Madonna
Caring they be sharin'
All their money got me wearing fly
Whether I ain't askin'
They say they love mah ass in
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'
Now keep on demonstratin'My love my love my love my love
You love my lady lumps
My hump my hump my hump
My humps they got youShe's got me spendingOh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on meShe's got me spendingOh, spending all your money on me
Uh on me on meWhatcha gonna do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunkI'm a get get get get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my humpWhatcha gonna do with all that ass
All that ass inside your jeansI'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 hump my hump my hump my lovely lady lumpsCheck it outI met a girl down at the disco
She said hey hey hey ya lets go
I can be ya baby, you could be my honey
Let's spend time not money
And mix your milk with my coco puff
Milky milky coco
Mix your milk with my coco puff
Milky milky
RightThey say I'm really sexy
The boys they wanna sex me
They always standin' next to me
Always dancin' next to me
Tryin' a feel my hump hump
Lookin' at my lump lump
You can look but you can't touch it
If you 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 tryin' a dance boyAnd 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 frontMy loving got youShe's got me spendingOh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on meShe's got me spendingOh, spending all your money on me
Uh on me on meWhatcha gonna do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunkI'm a get get get get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my humpWhatcha gonna do with all that ass
All that ass inside your jeansI'm a make make make make you scream
Make you scream make you screamWhatcha gonna do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunkI'm a get get get get you drunk
Get you love drunk off this humpWhatcha gonna do with all that breast
All that breast inside that shirtI'm a make make make make you work
Make you work work make you workShe's got me spendingOh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on meShe's got me spendingOh, spending all your money on me
Uh on me on me(Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal)
Songwriters
WILL ADAMS, DAVID PAYTONPublished by
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