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My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hunBoy toy named Troy, used to live in Detroit
Big dope dealer money, he was getting some coins
Was in shoot outs 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'll have 'em pushin' daffodils
I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shitBy 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 telling me to chill
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
Say he don't like 'em boney, he wants something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit him with a jab like
Dun duh dun dun dun dun dunMy anaconda don't

My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hunOh 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
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 shitBy 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 telling me to chill
He keep 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
Dun duh dun dun dun dun dunMy anaconda don't
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hunOh 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 backOh my god, look at her buttMy anaconda don't
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hunDon't don't don't, my anaconda don't
Don't want none unless you got buns, hunOh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her buttYeah, he love this fat ass
Yeah, 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 those skinny bitches, fuck those skinny bitches in the club
I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the motherfucking club
Fuck you if you skinny bitches WHAT?I got a big fat ass
Come on

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The band Hangar was formed in November 1997 with the initial aim of playing covers of some of the bands all the members liked. At the time, Hangar was composed by Michael Polchowicz (vocals), Cristiano Wortmann (guitar), Felipe Trein ( bass) and Aquiles Priester (drums). After the recording of their first album, Last Time (released in 1999), Nando Mello replaced Felipe Trein as bass player. At the end of that year, the band suffered a new alteration with the departure of guitar player Cristiano Wortmann, due to musical differences.

Read more about Hangar on Last.fm.


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