Lyrics Back That Thing on Me (Shake That) - Elephant man, Mario Winans

Back That Thing on Me (Shake That)

No why we gotta talk about big ass?
What happened to the chicks with a little class?
You know the ones that work that don’t need to twerk
For a little attention just to quench his thirst
Yo yo what I gotta do to try and get it on ya
What I gotta do to get his anaconda
Hold on that’s the theme of the song right?
How come I don’t see a single snake up in my sight?
All I see is asses shaking to the masses
And they ain’t even jiggle cause they all made out of plastic
I don’t even know what sells today
I mean I get it now I know we got bills to pay
But there’s a certain line you cross when it’s not okay
And you gotta ask yourself why you’re on display
Like a manikin your clothes vanishing
You’re putting in the work but he don’t plan on finishing
By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain’t missing no meals
Come through and love 'em 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
Say 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
Dum du-du-dum, du-du-du-du-dum dum
My anaconda don’t
My anaconda don’t
My anaconda don’t give a shit if you don’t want this bitch
Anaconda I spit venom
Licence to kill call me 007
And you wonder if you are on my level
You be coming out run down and dishevelled
I got news for you I’m here
And if you really want it get down go there
Let me make it clear ‘cause I’m on the highest gear
And I can make you disappear like Malaysian airline that’s right MH370 that
flight
Oops did I just say that?
Ooo oops did I just say that?
Well guess what I think out loud and every single word I say I’m proud
‘Cause I own it, ‘cause I own it baby you can try but you’ve already blown it
By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain’t missing no meals
Come through and love 'em 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
Say 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
Dum du-du-dum, du-du-du-du-dum dum
My anaconda don’t
My anaconda don’t
My anaconda don’t give a shit if you don’t want this bitch