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Clean version of anaconda lyrics
Clean version of anaconda lyrics




Overall, "Anaconda" is a song that celebrates Nicki's physical features and her confidence in her sexual prowess. The verse includes explicit sexual references such as when Nicki explains that she lets Michael "hit it" because he "slangs cocaine" and "tosses her salad." The second verse is about a man named Michael, who is described as a country boy with a large penis. Nicki's emphasis on realness in the verse is highlighted by her references to the gun in her purse and the push daffodils in her garden. He is described as a former drug dealer who provides Nicki with luxury items like Alexander McQueen clothing. The first verse of the song references a man named Troy. The chorus "My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun" references the slang term "anaconda" as a metaphor for Nicki's sexual desire. The central themes of the song focus on Nicki's physical appearance and her sexual exploits. The song "Anaconda" by Nicki Minaj is a sexually charged hip-hop song. Yeah, he love this fat ass, hahahahahaha!įuck you if you skinny bitches, what? Kyuh Little in the middle but she got much back This dude named Michael used to ride motorcyclesĭick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel'sĪnd when we done, I make him buy me Balmain I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pillĬome through and fuck him in my automobileĪnd he telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal

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Who wanna go first? I had them push daffodils

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What? I got a big fat a**.Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill 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.

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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.






Clean version of anaconda lyrics