My Humps (Lil Jon Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Fergie & will.i.am] What you 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 (Huh) My hump, my hump, my hump (What?) My hump, my hump, my hump (Huh?) My lovely little lumps, check it out! [Verse 1: Fergie & will.i.am] 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 wearin' fly gear 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 (Love) My love, my love, my love (Love) You love my lady lumps (Love) My hump, my hump, my hump (Love) My humps they got you [Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am] She's got me spending Spending all your money on me And spending time on me She's got me spending Spending all your money on me On-on me, on me [Post-Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am] 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 gonna do with all that ass All that ass inside 'em jeans? I'ma make-make-make-make you scream Make you scream, make you scream! 'Cause of my hump (Huh?) My hump, my hump, my hump (What?) My lovely lady lumps (Huh?) In the back and in the front (What?) My hump, my hump, my hump [Verse 2: will.i.am] Girl let's keep a trip to the disco Yeah, let's go We can get freaky deaky over dancefloor I'll dip you low Then you could take a sip of Coco Sip it slow (Yeah, sip it real slow) (Yeah, sip it real slow) [Verse 3: Fergie & will.i.am] 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 Looking at my lump, lump You 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, no drama So don't pull on my hand, boy You ain't my man, boy I'm just tryna 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 (Love) My lovely lady lumps (Love) My lovely lady lumps (Love) In the back and in the front (Love) My loving got you [Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am] She's got me spending Spending all your money on me And spending time on me She's got me spending Spending all your money on me On-on me, on me [Post-Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie] What you 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 What you gon' do with all that ass All that ass inside 'em 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 this hump What you gon' do with all that breast All that breast inside that shirt? I'ma make-make-make-make you work Make you work, work, make you work [Outro: will.i.am & Fergie] (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Make your junk work, make your junk work Make your hump work Make you work, work, make you work Make your junk work, make your junk work Make your hump work Work it, just work it, work it