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Released Aug. It also samples "Act Up" by City Girls. He be like, "Shut the fuck up" Real, real, real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a na Don't run from me, friend, haha Real ass na, give a fuck 'bout a bitch It is what it is, this some five star dick She a big ol' freak, it's a must that I hit It's a Hot Girl Summer, so you know she got it lit Real ass bitch, know she got it lit Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah Real ass bitch, know she got it lit Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah, yeah hey, hey, hey, look Handle me? Huh Who gon' handle me? Thinkin' he's a player, he's a member on the team He put in all that work, he wanna be the MVP boy, bye I told him ain't no taming me, I love my nas equally Fuckin' 9-to-5 nas with that superstar D star D Fucked a superstar na, now I got him ballin' ballin' I caught a jet to get that neck, I told him call, don't send no text mwah And don't you tell 'em you with me when they be askin' where you at, ah I can't read your mind, gotta say that shit say that shit Should I take your love? Should I take that dick?

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't 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 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 pushing 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, he keep tellin' me to chill He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal He say 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 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 buns, hun Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt Oh my gosh, look at her butt Look at her butt Look at, look at, look at Look, at her butt 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? This one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club? Fuck the skinny bitches! Fuck the skinny bitches in the club! I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the muthafuckin' club Fuck you if you skinny bitches, what?!

Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake On my life, man, fuck's sake If I did I'd Minaj wid' him and let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape Yeah, that was a setup for a punchline on duct tape Worried 'bout if my butt fake Worry 'bout ya'll niggas, us straight These girls are my sons, Jon and Kate plus eight When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was late Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update Hut-hut one, hut- hut two, big titties, big butt too Fuck with them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is These hoes couldn't test me even if they name was pop quiz Bad bitches who I fuck wit', mad bitches we don't fuck wit' I don't fuck wit' them chickens unless they last name is Cutlet Let it soak in like seasoning. Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only. I never fucked Nicki cause she got a man But when that's over then I'm first in line And the other day in her Maybach I thought God damn, this is the perfect time We had just come from that video You know LA traffic, how the city slow She was sitting down on that big butt But I was still staring at the titties though Yeah, low key or maybe high key I been peeped that you like me, you know Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?

New day, new money to be made New things for them to imitate I'm a fuckin' black barbie Pretty face, perfect body Pink seats in the 'Rari Always fuck him like I'm sorry Who the fuck is gon' protect her? Douche, hahahahahahaha Half a mili on the Maybach Pullman, bought it Now I'm prayin' all my foreigns don't get deported Niggas love me so much they be sendin' me gifts And these clown niggas actin', I'mma send 'em some skits Bitches can't rap for shit, I'mma send 'em some tips All these bitches is my sons, should be suckin' my tits Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no Now usually I don't do this, I'm Popeye, she's Brutus Usually I'm a Christian but this peace is Buddhist All of my niggas draw but none of them cartoonists Usually I'm the baddest, usually I'm the cutest Usually I'm the flyest, usually you're the stewardess And we ain't playin' ball but usually its some shooters Are these bitches drunk? These bitches ain't lucid Go against the queen your career will be elusive Where your plaques at?