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Anaconda lyrics1/1/2023 ![]() ![]() My InterpretationIts about woman who says she cares less for artificial skinny (bony) beauties! I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the muthafuckin' clubįuck you if you skinny bitches, what? K'yeah I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?įuck them skinny bitches, fuck them skinny bitches in the club Yeah, this one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back) Little in the middle but she got much back So I pulled up in the Jag', Mayweather with the jab like (hey) He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey) Let him eat it with his grills, he keep telling me to chill (hey) Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuilĪnd when we done, I make him buy me Balmain Real country-ass nigga, let me play with his rifle This dude named Michael used to ride motorcyclesĭick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn) So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like (hey) He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey) He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (hey) Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill (hey) He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)Ĭome through and fuck him in my automobile (hey) I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pill Who wanna go first? I had 'em pushing daffodils Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palaceīought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish What? I got a big fat a**.My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hunīoy toy named Troy used to live in Detroitīig dope dealer money, he was gettin' some coins Don't want none unless you got buns hun Oh my gosh, look at her b*** Oh my gosh, look at her b*** Oh my gosh, look at her b*** Yeah, he love this fat a** Yeah! This one is for my b****** with a fat a** in the f****** club I said, "Where my fat a** big b****** in the club?" f*** the skinny b******, f*** the skinny b****** in the club I wanna see all the big fat a** b****** in the m************ club, f*** you if you skinny b******. My Anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun Don't don't don't, my Anaconda don't. ![]() My Anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun Oh my gosh, look at her b*** Oh my gosh, look at her b*** Oh my gosh, look at her b*** Look at her b*** (look at her b***) Little in the middle but she got much back Little in the middle but she got much back Little in the middle but she got much back Oh my God (look at her b***) My Anaconda don't. Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun My Anaconda don't. ![]() My Anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun Oh my gosh, look at her b*** Oh my gosh, look at her b*** Oh my gosh, look at her b*** Look at her b*** (look at her b***) This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles d*** bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's Real country a** n****, let me play with his rifle p**** put his a** 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 s***īy the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and f*** 'em 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 s** appeal 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. My Anaconda don't want none unless you got buns 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 keeping me stylish Now that's real, real, real, Gun in my purse, b**** I came dressed to kill Who wanna go first? I had them push daffodils I'm high as hell, I only took a half of pill I'm on some dumb s*** By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and f*** 'em 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 s** appeal Say 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. ![]()
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