Lyrics

Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh-oh-oh, oh my gosh, look at her butt Look at her butt, look at, look at, look at Look at her butt (Thi-thi-thi-thi-this) Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh-oh-oh, oh my gosh, look at her butt Look at her butt, look at, look at, look at Look at her butt (Thi-thi-thi-thi-this) [?] By-by-by-by-by-by the way, what he say? (Hey, hey) He can tell I ain't missing no meals (Hey) Come through and fuck him in my automobile (Hey) Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill He keep tellin' me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (Hey) He-he-he say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (Hey) So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit him with the jab like (Hey) Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (Hey, hey) (My anaconda) By-by-by-by-by-by the way, what he say? (Hey, hey) He can tell I ain't missing no meals (Hey) Come through and fuck him in my automobile (Hey) Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill He keep tellin' me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (Hey) He-he-he say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (Hey) So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit him with the jab like (Hey) Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (Hey, hey) (My anaconda don't) I'm gonna love ya Until you hate me And I'm gonna show ya What's really crazy You should've known better Than to mess with me harder I'm gonna love ya, I'm gonna love ya Black widow, ba-dow I'm gonna love ya Until you hate me And I'm gonna show ya What's really crazy You should've known better Than to mess with me harder I'm gonna love ya, I'm gonna love ya Gonna love ya I'm gonna love ya Until you hate me And I'm gonna show ya What's really crazy You should've known better Than to mess with me harder I'm gonna love ya, I'm gonna love ya Gonna love ya P-p-p-punch line queen, no boxer though Might pull up in a Porsche, no Boxster though Tell a hater, "Yo, don't you got cocks to blow?" Tell them Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho They said I got five and a possible Don't go against Nicki, impossible I done came through with my wrist on popsicle Man, these hoes couldn't ball with a testicle, nigga (Ow!) Your lipstick stain smells like a cheap hotel Diamond watches and a gold chain Can't make my frown turn around The boys always spending all their money on love The boys always spending all their money on love They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, bone it, own it, yeah, yeah Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah, yeah You get high, fuck a bunch of girls And then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it, ba-ba-ba-ba- You get high, fuck a bunch of girls And then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it, ba-ba-ba-ba- Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, ba-ba-ba-ba- Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, ba-ba-ba-ba- Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, ba-ba-ba-ba- Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, ba-ba-ba-ba- Lose it Lose it Lose it Lose it Lose it, ba-ba-ba-ba- Lose it-t-t-t-t-t