Anaconda

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 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