Ridonkulus

♪ My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't ♪

♪ My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun ♪

♪ Look at her butt ♪

♪ This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles ♪

♪ Bigger than a tower, I ain't talking 'bout iPhones ♪

♪ Real country ass ***** let me play with his rifle ♪

♪ Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me "Nichol" ♪

♪ Now that's bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ I let him hit it 'cause he slang, okay ♪

♪ He trust my salad like his name, Romaine ♪

♪ And when we done, I make him buy me a romaine ♪

♪ I'm on some dumb shit ♪

♪ By the way, what he say ♪

♪ He can tell I ain't missing no meal ♪

♪ Come through and fuck him in my automobile ♪

♪ Let him eat it with his grill, keep telling me to chill ♪

♪ He keep telling me it's real that he love my sex appeal ♪

♪ He said he don't like I'm boning, he want something he can grab ♪

♪ So I pull up in a Jag, made weather with a jab like ♪

♪ Dun-dun-...dun ♪

♪ My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't ♪

♪ My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hon ♪

♪ Look at her butt ♪

♪ Look at, look at, look at her butt ♪

♪ Little in the middle but she got much back ♪

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