According to the New York Times, Nicki Minaj is the most influential female rapper, as well as a fashion icon famous for her provocative image. She stays true to all these characteristics in her new Anaconda song for the third studio album, titled The Pinkprint.
The song is actually an ode to big buttocks, its cover art censored with the Parental Advisory label. However, this did not prevent Nicki from getting at the second position on the US Billboard Hot 100 making Anaconda her highest charting single in the US. So, unless you are under 18, click and evaluate the Anaconda music video, with the lyrics to the song displayed below.
Nicki Minaj – Anaconda Music Video
Nicki Minaj – Anaconda Song Words
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 getting some coins
Was in shootouts with the law, but he lived in a palace
Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish
Now that’s real, real, real,
Gun in my purse, b-tch I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had them pushing daffodils
I’m high as hell, I only took a half of pill
I’m on some dumb sh-t
By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain’t missing no meals
Come through and f-ck ’em in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills,
He keep telling me to chill
He keep telling me it’s real, that he love my sex appeal
Lyrics are provided by Geniusbeauty.com
Because 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…
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 her butt)
This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
D-ck bigger than a tower, I ain’t talking about Eiffel’s
Real country -ss n-gga, let me play with his rifle
P-ssy put his -ss 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 sh-t
By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain’t missing no meals
Come through and f-ck ’em in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills,
He keep telling me to chill
He keep telling me it’s real, that he love my sex appeal
Because he don’t like ’em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather 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 her butt)
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 butt)
My Anaconda don’t…
My Anaconda don’t…
My Anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun
(Don’t don’t don’t) My Anaconda don’t…
(Don’t don’t don’t) 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
Yeah, he love this fat -ss
Yeah! This one is for my b-tches with a fat -ss in the f-cking club
I said, “Where my fat -ss big b-tches in the club?”
F-ck those skinny bitches,
F-ck those skinny bitches in the club
I wanna see all the big fat -ss b-tches in the motherf-cking club, f-ck you if you skinny b-tches. What? Yeah!
Yeah. I got a big fat -ss. Come on!
