Lyrics

My Anaconda don't...
My Anaconda don't...
My Anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun

Boy toy named Garrett 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, Mason I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had them pushing daffodils
I'm high as heel, I only took a half of Ibuprofen
I'm on some dumb spit

By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and Abby '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 chex 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

Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Look at her butt (look at her butt)

This dude named Perrigo used to ride motorcycles
Dicks sporting goods bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's
Real country butt negro, let me play with his rifle
Cat put his butt to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil
Now that bang bang bang,
I let him hit it 'cause he slang Coca cola
He toss my salad like his name Romaine
And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain
I'm on some dumb spit

By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and hug'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 pecks appeal
Because he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, Christine 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

Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my