Nicki Minaj gets super sexy and wild in the exotic visual for her new raunchy single "Anaconda", lifted from the self-proclaimed Queen of Hip-Hop's third studio album 'The Pinkprint', set for release on November 24, 2014 via Young Money Entertainment, Cash Money Records and Republic Records. The Trini-born rapstress oozes sexuality and shows off her bootyful physique in the Colin Tilley-directed music video that plays like every man's wet dream with Nicki twerking on the jungle floor, working her curvaceous body in the gym, getting kinky in the kitchen by eating a banana and spraying whipped cream on her breasts and finally culminating in a private hands-off lap dance for fellow Young Money rapper and close friend, Drake.
Watch the Anaconda video below in all its glory and check out the lyrics section if you like to learn the words or just want to sing along.
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Lyrics to Anaconda by Nicki Minaj
[Produced by Da Internz and Polow Da Don]
[Intro]
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
[Verse 1]
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 **** him in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills and he tellin' me to chill
And he 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, and I hit him with the jab like
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun
[Pre-Hook]
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2]
This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
**** bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's
Real country-ass ****a, let me play with his rifle
**** 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?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and **** him in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills, and he telling me to chill
And he telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
He 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-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun...
[Pre-Hook + Hook]
[Bridge]
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)
[Pre-Hook] (x2)
[Hook]
[Outro]
Yeah, he love this fat ass, hahahahahahahaha!
Yeah! This one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the ****ing club
I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?
**** the skinny bitches! **** the skinny bitches in the club!
I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the mutha****in' club
**** you if you skinny bitches, what?! Kyuh
Hahahaha RRRRRR
I got a big fat ass (ass, ass, ass...)
Come on!
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