Bohemia For Rilly Though song lyrics

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so here a little shit enjoy bitches

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 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