Correction Paroles Anaconda (Demo) par Sir Mix-a-Lot

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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

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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