My Anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun Oh my gosh, look at her b*** Oh my gosh, look at her b*** Oh my gosh, look at her b*** Look at her b*** (look at her b***) This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles d*** bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's Real country a** n****, let me play with his rifle p**** put his a** to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil Now that bang bang bang, I let him hit it 'cause he slang Cocaine He toss my salad like his name Romaine And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain I'm on some dumb s***īy the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and f*** 'em in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills, And he telling me to chill And he telling me it's real, that he love my s** appeal Say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather with the jab like.
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun My Anaconda don't. My Anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun Boy toy named Troy, used to live in Detroit Big dope dealer money, he was getting some coins Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish Now that's real, real, real, Gun in my purse, b**** I came dressed to kill Who wanna go first? I had them push daffodils I'm high as hell, I only took a half of pill I'm on some dumb s*** By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and f*** 'em in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills, And he telling me to chill And he telling me it's real, that he love my s** appeal Say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit 'em with the jab like.
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