Anaconda (Nicki Minaj/Sir Mix-A-Lot cover) - text

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
Big dope dealer money, he was gettin' 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 them push daffodils
I'm high as hell, I only took a half a 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 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

Oh my god, look at her butt
Oh my god, look at her butt
Oh my god, look at her butt
Oh my god

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, want to 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 want to get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got makes (me so horny)
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you want to get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupie
I've seen her dancin'
To 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 god, look at her butt
Oh my god, look at her butt
Oh my god, look at her butt
Oh my god, look at her butt