Anaconda
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you got buns, hun
(Ai, que delícia)
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 pushin' 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
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you got (joga a mão pro alto, joga, joga)
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you got (cadê vocês?)
Oh, my Gosh, look at her butt
Oh, my Gosh, look at her butt (joga a mão pro alto, joga, joga)
Oh, my Gosh, look at her butt
(Look at her butt)
Look at, look at, look at
Look at her butt (que pressão é essa)
This dude named Michael, used to ride motorcycles
Dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's
Real country-ass nigga, let me play with his rifle
Pussy 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 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 telling 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, Mayweather with the jab like
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you (joga a mão pro alto, joga, joga)
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you (cadê vocês?)
Oh, my Gosh, look at her butt
Oh, my Gosh, look at her butt (joga a mão pro alto, joga, joga)
Oh, my Gosh, look at her butt
(Look at her butt)
Look at, look at, look at
Look at her butt (que pressão é essa)
Joga a mão pro alto, joga, joga
Que pressão é essa
Anaconda
Mi anaconda no
Mi anaconda no
Mi anaconda no
Mi anaconda no
Mi anaconda no
Mi anaconda no
Mi anaconda no quiere nada
A menos que tengas trasero, cariño
(Ai, qué delicia)
Chico juguete llamado Troy, solía vivir en Detroit
Gran traficante de dinero, estaba consiguiendo algunas monedas
Estaba en tiroteos con la ley pero vivía en un palacio
Me compró Alexander McQueen, me mantenía con estilo
Eso es real, real, real
Arma en mi bolso, perra, vine vestida para matar
¿Quién quiere ir primero? Los tenía empujando narcisos
Estoy muy drogada, solo tomé media pastilla
Estoy en una tontería, por cierto, ¿qué dijo él?
Puede decir que no me falta comida
Voy y lo jodo en mi automóvil
Dejo que lo coma con sus parrillas, y me dice que me calme
Y me dice que es real, que le encanta mi atractivo sexual
Dice que no le gustan flacas, quiere algo que pueda agarrar
Así que llegué en el Jag y le di con el jab como
Mi anaconda no
Mi anaconda no
Mi anaconda no quiere nada
A menos que tengas (levanta la mano, levanta, levanta)
Mi anaconda no
Mi anaconda no
Mi anaconda no quiere nada
A menos que tengas (¿dónde están ustedes?)
Oh, Dios mío, mira ese trasero
Oh, Dios mío, mira ese trasero (levanta la mano, levanta, levanta)
Oh, Dios mío, mira ese trasero
(Mira ese trasero)
Mira, mira, mira
Mira ese trasero (qué presión es esta)
Este tipo llamado Michael, solía andar en motocicletas
Pene más grande que una torre, no hablo de la Torre Eiffel
Un tipo de campo real, déjame jugar con su rifle
El coño lo puso a dormir, ahora me llama NyQuil
Ahora ese bang, bang, bang
Lo dejé golpear porque trafica cocaína
Me lanza la ensalada como si se llamara Romaine
Y cuando terminamos, le hago comprar Balmain
Estoy en una tontería, por cierto, ¿qué dijo él?
Puede decir que no me falta comida
Voy y lo jodo en mi automóvil
Dejo que lo coma con sus parrillas, y me dice que me calme
Y me dice que es real, que le encanta mi atractivo sexual
Dice que no le gustan flacas, quiere algo que pueda agarrar
Así que llegué en el Jag, Mayweather con el jab como
Mi anaconda no
Mi anaconda no
Mi anaconda no quiere nada
A menos que (levanta la mano, levanta, levanta)
Mi anaconda no
Mi anaconda no
Mi anaconda no quiere nada
A menos que (¿dónde están ustedes?)
Oh, Dios mío, mira ese trasero
Oh, Dios mío, mira ese trasero (levanta la mano, levanta, levanta)
Oh, Dios mío, mira ese trasero
(Mira ese trasero)
Mira, mira, mira
Mira ese trasero (qué presión es esta)
Levanta la mano, levanta, levanta
Qué presión es esta