Released: October 22, 2021
Songwriter: William Adams David Payton
Producer: PARTY SHIRT
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 of 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
Tryna feel my hump, hump
Looking at my lump, lump
Tryna feel my hump, hump
Looking at my lump, lump
Tryna feel my hump, hump
Tryna feel my hump, hump
Tryna feel my hump, hump
Tryna feel my hump, hump
What you gon' do with
Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get you drunk
Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get
Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get you drunk
Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get
What you gon' do with
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
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 of 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!
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 of 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
My hump, my hump, my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump
My lovely lady lumps
'Cause of my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump
My lovely lady lumps
I'm just tryna dance, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy
In the back and in the
Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get you
Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get you drunk
Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get you drunk
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
So don't pull on my hand, boy
You ain't my man, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy
And move my hump
So don't pull on my hand, boy
You ain't my man, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy
And move my hump
What you gon' do with
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get-get-get-get you drunk
Get you love drunk of 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
Tryna feel my hump, hump
Looking at my lump, lump
Tryna feel my hump, hump
Looking at my lump, lump
Tryna feel my hump, hump
Tryna feel my hump, hump
Tryna feel my hump, hump
Tryna feel my hump, hump
What you gon' do with
Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get you drunk
Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get
Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get you drunk
Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get
What you gon' do with
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
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 of 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!
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 of 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
My hump, my hump, my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump
My lovely lady lumps
'Cause of my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump
My lovely lady lumps
I'm just tryna dance, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy
In the back and in the
Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get you
Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get you drunk
Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get you drunk
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
So don't pull on my hand, boy
You ain't my man, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy
And move my hump
So don't pull on my hand, boy
You ain't my man, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy
And move my hump
What you gon' do with
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