Tekst piosenki 'Deep End & My Humps' wykonawcy Fousheé

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