Deep End & My Humps

I been trying not to go off the deep end

I don't think you wanna give me a reason

I been trying not to go off the deep end

I don't think you wanna give me a reason

Had to come and flip the script

Had a big bone to pick

Got the short end of sticks

So we made a fire with it

Let it burn to a crisp

Now that's a sure fire flip

She's a boss, she's a bitch

I'll take that as a compliment

I see 'em moving real low

But leave 'em on a high note

Always lead with love, yo

Mama raised me thorough

They better wake up

Niggas on the way up

You ain't finna play her

Shawty gon' get that paper

Shawty tongue rip like razor

Shawty got wit, got flavor

Pardon my tits and make-up

What you gonna do with all that junk

All that junk inside your trunk?

I'm 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 lady lumps

Check it out!

I drive these brothers crazy

I do it on the daily

They treat me really nicely

They buy me all these ices

Dolce & Gabbana

Fendi and Madonna

Caring they be sharing all their money

Got me wearing fly, wether 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 taking

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

She's got me spending

Oh, spending all your money on me

And spending time on me

She's got me spending

Oh, spending all your money on me

On me, on me

What you gonna do with all that junk

All that junk inside your trunk?

I'm 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'm 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 hump, my hump, my hump (huh)

My lovely lady lumps

Check it out!

I met a girl down at the disco

She said: Hey, hey, hey, yeah, let's go

I could be your baby, you can be my honey

Let's spend time, not money

And mix your milk with my coco puffs

Milky, milky coco

Mix your milk with my coco puffs

Milky, milky right

They say I'm really sexy

The boys they want to sex me

They always standing next to me

Always dancing next to me

Trying to 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 trying to 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

She's got me spending

Oh, spending all your money on me

And spending time on me

She's got me spending

Oh, spending all your money on me

On me, on me

What you gonna do with all that junk

All that junk inside your trunk?

I'm 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'm make-make-make-make you scream

Make you scream, make you scream

What you gonna do with all that junk

All that junk inside your trunk?

I'm get-get-get-get you drunk

Get you love drunk off this hump

What you gonna do with all that breast

All that breast inside that shirt?

I'm make-make-make-make you work

Make you work, work, make you work