My anaconda don't
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 shoot outs with the law, but he live in a palace
Bought me Alexander Mc
Queen, he was keeping me stylish
Now that's real, real, real...
Gun in my purse, bitch I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first?
I'll have 'em pushin' daffodils
I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit
By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and fuck him in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep telling me to chill
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
Say he don't like 'em boney, he wants something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit him with a jab like
Dun duh dun dun dun dun dun
My anaconda don't
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