My anaconda don't My anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got bunz, 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 keepin' me stylish Now that's real real real, gun in my purse, bitch I came dressed to kill Who wanna go first? I'll have 'em pushin' 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 him in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills and he keep tellin' me to chill And he keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal He said, 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 bunz, hun
Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt
I like big butts and I can not lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get sprung, wanna pull up tough 'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha And take your picture My homeboys tried to warn me But with that butt you got makes Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin You say you wanna get in my Benz? Well, use me, use me 'Cause you ain't that average groupy I've seen them dancin' The hell with romancin' She's sweat, wet, Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette I'm tired of magazines Sayin' flat butts are the thing Take the average black man and ask him that She gotta pack much back
Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt