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 'em pushing 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 He said 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...
My Anaconda don't... My Anaconda don't... My Anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun
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