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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, ♥♥♥♥♥ I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had them pushing daffodils
I'm high as hell, I only took a half of pill
I'm on some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and ♥♥♥♥ '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