Anaconda - Anaconda

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, bitch 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 shit

By the way, what he say?

He can tell I ain’t missing no meals

Come through and fuck 'em 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

Because 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…

Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun

My Anaconda don’t…

My Anaconda don’t…

My Anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt

Oh my gosh, look at her butt

Oh my gosh, look at her butt

Look at her butt (look at her butt)

This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles

Dick bigger than a tower, I ain’t talking about Eiffel’s

Real country ass nigga, let me play with his rifle

Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil