PUPPY MAKING SONG 4lung

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!

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
My love, my love, my love
You love my lady lump
My hump, my hump, my hump
My humps they got you

Spending all your money on me
And spending time on me