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Anaconda (Demo)
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Birdman
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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 Bi-big dope dealer money, he was gettin' some coins Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace Bo-bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish Now that's real, real, real Gun in my purse, b*tch, I came dressed to kill Who wanna go first? I had them pushing daffodils I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pill I'm on some dumb sh*t, by the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and f*ck him in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills and he tellin' me to chill And he telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal Say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit him 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 “f*ck these petty n*ggas” is a b*tch motto If I say it on wax every b*tch follow If I'm sipping in the club, Myx moscato I got a big fat ass, big di*ks follow Big fat ass, big di*ks follow I got a big fat ass, big di*ks follow Big fat ass, big di*ks follow I got a big fat ass, big di*ks follow Thi-this dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles Di-di*k bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's Real country-ass n*gga, let me play with his rifle pus*y put his ass 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 sh*t, by the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and f*ck him 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 sex appeal He 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 My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun “f*ck these petty n*ggas” is a b*tch motto If I say it on wax every b*tch follow If I'm sipping in the club, Myx moscato I got a big fat ass, big di*ks follow Big fat ass, big di*ks follow I got a big fat ass, big di*ks follow Big fat ass, big di*ks follow I got a big fat ass, big di*ks follow Now I'm a woman of my word, ain't a coochie that's fatter D-D-Don't compare me to them girls, they drier than Nevada If she wanna step to me, she better go get a ladder Cause we up in VIP, she better move like Mick Jagger Cause I win, win, win Rocking designers you ain't never been in My b*tches pretty, you would never fit in Ain't sharing bottles, we don't ever chip in You on some dumb sh*t, by the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and f*ck him in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills and he tellin' me to chill And he telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal Say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit him 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 Yeah, he love this fat ass, hahahahahahahaha! Yeah! This one is for my b*tches with a fat ass in the f*cking club I said, where my fat ass big b*tches in the club? f*ck those skinny b*tches f*ck those skinny b*tches in the club I wanna see all the big fat-ass b*tches in the muthaf*ckin' club f*ck you if you skinny, b*tches, what?! Kyuh Hahahaha RRRRRR (Kyuh) Yeah, I got a big fat ass (Ass, ass, ass, ass) (Kyuh!) Come on! Hey Hey Hey
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