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letra de anaconda (demo) - nicki minaj

[intro: sir mix-a-lot]
my anaconda don’t, my anaconda don’t
my anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns, hun

[verse 1: nicki minaj]
boy toy named troy used to live in detroit
bi-big dope dealer money, he was gettin’ some coins
was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace
bo-bought me alexander mcqueen, he was keeping me stylish
now that’s real, real, real
gun in my purse, b-tch, i came dressed to k!ll
who wanna go first? i had them pushing daffodils
i’m high as h-ll, i only took a half a pill
i’m on some dumb sh-t, by the way, what he say?
he can tell i ain’t missing no meals
come through and f-ck 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 s-x 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

[pre-chorus: sir mix-a-lot]
my anaconda don’t, my anaconda don’t
my anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns, hun

[chorus: nicki minaj]
“f-ck these petty n-ggas” is a b-tch motto
if i say it on wax every b-tch follow
if i’m sipping in the club, myx moscato
i got a big fat ass, big d-cks follow
big fat ass, big d-cks follow
i got a big fat ass, big d-cks follow
big fat ass, big d-cks follow
i got a big fat ass, big d-cks follow

[verse 2: nicki minaj]
thi-this dude named michael used to ride motorcycles
di-d-ck bigger than a tower, i ain’t talking about eiffel’s
real country-ass n-gga, let me play with his rifle
p-ssy put his ass 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 sh-t, by the way, what he say?
he can tell i ain’t missing no meals
come through and f-ck him 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-x appeal
he 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
dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun…

[pre-chorus: sir mix-a-lot]
my anaconda don’t, my anaconda don’t
my anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns, hun

[verse 3]
now i’m a woman of my word, ain’t a coochie that’s fatter
d-d-don’t compare me to them girls, they drier than nevada
if she wanna step to me, she better go get a ladder
cause we up in vip, she better move like mick jagger
cause i win, win, win
rocking designers you ain’t never been in
my b-tches pretty, you would never fit in
ain’t sharing bottles, we don’t ever chip in
you on some dumb sh-t, by the way, what he say?
he can tell i ain’t missing no meals
come through and f-ck 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 s-x 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

[pre-chorus: sir mix-a-lot]
my anaconda don’t, my anaconda don’t
my anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns, hun

[outro: nicki minaj]
yeah, he love this fat ass, hahahahahahahaha!
yeah! this one is for my b-tches with a fat ass in the f-cking club
i said, where my fat ass big b-tches in the club?
f-ck those skinny b-tches
f-ck those skinny b-tches in the club
i wanna see all the big fat-ass b-tches in the m-th-f-ckin’ club
f-ck you if you skinny, b-tches, what?! kyuh
hahahaha rrrrrr (kyuh)
yeah, i got a big fat ass (ass, ass, ass, ass) (kyuh!)
come on!
hey
hey
hey

- nicki minaj

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