What You Gonna Do With All That Junk TikTok Lyrics


What You Gonna Do With All That Junk TikTok Lyrics By The Black Eyed Peas. 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 My hump, my hump, my hump My hump, my hump, my hump My lovely little lumps, check it out.

What You Gonna Do With All That Junk TikTok Lyrics

What you gon’ do with all that junkAll that junk inside your trunk?I’ma get-get-get-get you drunkGet you love drunk off my humpMy hump, my humpMy hump, my hump, my humpMy hump, my hump, my humpMy lovely little lumps, check it out!

I drive these brothers crazyI do it on the dailyThey treat me really nicelyThey buy me all these iceysDolce & GabbanaFendi and then DonnaKaran, they be sharingAll their money, got me wearin’Fly gear but I ain’t askingThey say they love my a^^ inSeven Jeans, True ReligionI say no, but they keep givingSo I keep on takingAnd no, I ain’t takenWe can keep on datingI keep on demonstratingMy 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

She’s got me spendingOh, spending all your money on meAnd spending time on meShe’s got me spendingOh, spending all your money on meOn-on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junkAll that junk inside your trunk?I’ma get-get-get-get you drunkGet you love drunk of my humpWhat you gonna do with all that a^^All that a^^ inside em jeans?I’ma make-make-make-make you screamMake you scream, make you scream!‘Cause of my hump (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 discoShe said “Hey, hey, hey, yeah let’s goI could be your baby, you can be my honeyLet’s spend time, not moneyAnd mix your milk with my Coco PuffsMilky, milky cocoMix your milk with my Coco PuffsMilky, milky right”

They say I’m really sexyThe boys they, wanna sex meThey always standing next to meAlways dancing next to meTryna feel my hump, humpLooking at my lump, lumpYou can look, but you can’t touch itIf you touch it, I’maStart some dramaYou don’t want no dramaNo, no dramaNo, no, no, no dramaSo don’t pull on my hand, boyYou ain’t my man, boyI’m just tryna dance, boyAnd move my hump, my humpMy hump, my hump, my humpMy hump, my hump, my humpMy hump, my hump, my humpMy 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

She’s got me spendingOh, spending all your money on meAnd spending time on meShe’s got me spendingOh, spending all your money on meOn-on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junkAll that junk inside your trunk?I’ma get-get-get-get you drunkGet you love drunk of my humpWhat you gon’ do with all that a^^All that a^^ inside em jeans?I’ma make-make-make-make you screamMake you scream, make you screamWhat you gon’ do wit all that junkAll that junk inside that trunk?I’ma get-get-get-get you drunkGet you love drunk off this humpWhat you gon’ do wit all that breastAll that breast inside that shirt?I’ma make-make-make-make you workMake you work, work, make you work

She’s got me spendingOh, spending all your money on meAnd spending time on meShe’s got me spendingOh, spending all your money on meOn-on me, on me

So real, so real, so real, so realSo real, so real, so real, so realSo real, so real, so real, so realSo real, so real, so real, so realSo real…

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