This song is about butts these girls all have big butts This video is pretty much just a bunch of big butts
Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit Big dope dealer money, he was gettin' some coins I’m dry humping bamboo in a jungle My butt’s so big it’s like two gigantic bubbles Was in shoot outs with the law, but he live in a palace Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keepin' me stylish enhanced by surgery yes it’s made out of plastic that's real, real, real Gun in my purse, bitch I came dressed to kill tit implants my fake teeth Mister Ed status Feed me a carrot I'm on some dumb shit
By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Booty shake with a snake ninety five percent of me is fake Twerkin’ so hard it cause a massive earthquake Now I’m rapping so damn fast think my tongue’s about to break. Come through and fuck him in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills and he keep telling me to chill And he keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal He said he don't like 'em boney, he wants something he can grab But my lyrics are real bad they’re complete and utter crap I’m dumb duh duh dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
A turntable with fruit A pink speaker and skull This video is things that don’t make any sense And butts
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got bunz, hun
You ripped off “Baby Got Back" Oh my gosh, look at her butt I’m pissed off Turned it to trash Oh my gosh, look at her butt Ha ha bitch, please ( flatulence ) Talk to the ass This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles Dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talkin' 'bout Eiffel's For some reason there’s a gym out in the jungle. Where I lift these tiny weights to work out my fake muscles. Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he callin' me NyQuil I pump real hard but there’s no sweat on my complexion. Cause I numb all my sweat glands with these Botox injections. Now that bang, bang, bang Then I slam my crotch, Into the floor rap about sex non stop I let him hit it 'cause he slang cocaine He tossed my salad like his name Romaine I am a dumb shit
Kitchen scene, Whipping cream, Squirt the whole can out on my tit skin. By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain't missing no meals Rapping so damn fast to hide the fact that I’m dim. So plastic when I die throw me in recycling. So I pull up in the Jag, mayweather 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 bunz, hun
Yeah, he love this fat ass, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I don’t want a lap dance
Your butt is too damn fat.
Fuck them skinny bitches! Fuck them skinny bitches in the club!
You’re gonna eat this ass.
I can’t! No I need air! Stop grrrffmm urvvmmem meh furrhhh
hey,
Oh my gosh! Look at that snake!
That’s right bitch. He hasn’t ate. Anaconda eat that fake skank
My Anaconda ate Nick’s buns and now this dumb song’s done.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
