Dang A Lang
Nicki Minaj Lyrics


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Excuse me, can I see your danglin', brother?
I mean, you know, juggle your balls like the Ringling Brothers
I'm the Harajuku Barbie, I ain't trippin' on your change
I mean, look, I got the sports package on my Range
I just did, did the pink for the pink effect
D-D-D-Diamonds on my neck for the link effect
And I was wonderin' if I could lip-sync on that
You know my name ring, ring Tinkerbells
W-W-W-Watch (check)
Chain (check)
They be on the rain (check)
I be on the move, they be reachin' but they can't catch
I'm with the baddest bitch on the island stylin'
Black Miley Cyrus, sayin' hi to pirates
I be singin' them ballads when he tossin' my salad
When I pet my parrot, all you see is colorful carrots
I be singin' them ballads when he tossin' my salad
When I pet my parrot, all you see is colorful carrots

I got a watch (I got a watch), I got a chain (I got a chain)
I got a whole bunch of money in the bank
I just want him for his dang a lang
I just want him for his dang a lang
I got a car (got a car), big house (big house)
And when I'm done then I kick his ass out




I just want him for his dang a lang
I just want him for his dang a lang

Overall Meaning

The chorus of Nicki Minaj's song "Dang A Lang" is a playful expression of female sexuality and desire. The phrase "dang a lang" is slang for a man's genitals and the lyrics suggest that the female protagonist is only interested in a man for his sexual prowess. The verses further emphasize this idea as Nicki Minaj raps about her various material possessions like her diamond-studded necklace, sports car, and big house before transitioning into more sexually explicit language. She uses playful wordplay to describe various sexual acts, like "tossin' my salad" and "juggle your balls," and contrasts it with imagery of her pet parrot and colorful carrots.


While the lyrics of "Dang A Lang" are certainly raunchy, they can also be interpreted as a form of empowerment for women. By openly expressing her sexual desire and implying that she is only interested in a man's sexual abilities, Nicki Minaj challenges traditional gender roles and expectations around female sexuality. She also asserts her own agency and control over her body and desires. This is particularly significant given the hyper-sexualized and misogynistic nature of much of the hip hop and rap music industries, where female artists are often reduced to mere sex objects.


Overall, "Dang A Lang" is a playful and provocative song that challenges gender norms and celebrates female sexuality.


Line by Line Meaning

Excuse me, can I see your danglin', brother?
May I please have a look at your genitals, sir?


I mean, you know, juggle your balls like the Ringling Brothers
I want to play with your testicles, like a circus clown would with juggling balls.


I'm the Harajuku Barbie, I ain't trippin' on your change
I am the Harajuku Barbie, I don't care about your money.


I mean, look, I got the sports package on my Range
I am wealthy enough to afford the sports package upgrade for my Range Rover.


I just did, did the pink for the pink effect
I just got my hair dyed pink for added effect.


D-D-D-Diamonds on my neck for the link effect
I have diamond necklaces that look good with my pink hair.


And I was wonderin' if I could lip-sync on that
May I perform a lip-sync routine on you?


You know my name ring, ring Tinkerbells
People know me and my name rings like the sound of bells from Tinkerbell's fairyland.


W-W-W-Watch (check)
I have a watch and I am checking it.


Chain (check)
I am wearing a chain necklace and checking it.


They be on the rain (check)
They are trying to catch up with me but can't, check.


I be on the move, they be reachin' but they can't catch
I am always in motion and people are trying to catch up with me but they can't.


I'm with the baddest bitch on the island stylin'
I am with the most attractive woman on this island, both of us looking good.


Black Miley Cyrus, sayin' hi to pirates
I look like a black version of Miley Cyrus and I greet pirates.


I be singin' them ballads when he tossin' my salad
I sing songs while he is performing oral sex on me.


When I pet my parrot, all you see is colorful carrots
My parrot is so vibrant that it looks like it's made of carrots.


I got a watch (I got a watch), I got a chain (I got a chain)
I own a watch and a chain.


I got a whole bunch of money in the bank
I am rich and have lots of money in the bank.


I just want him for his dang a lang
I am only interested in his genitals.


I got a car (got a car), big house (big house)
I own a car and a big house.


And when I'm done then I kick his ass out
After I am done having sex with him, I kick him out of my house.




Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Justin Franks, Reginald Saunders, Katrina Taylor, Onika Tanya Maraj, Tony Scales

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on Anaconda (Explicit)

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don'tMy anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hunBoy toy named Troy used to live in DetroitBig dope dealer money, he was gettin' some coinsWas in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palaceBought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylishNow that's real, real, realGun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to killWho wanna go first? I had 'em pushing daffodilsI'm high as hell, I only took a half a pillI'm on some dumb shitBy the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)Come through and fuck him in my automobile (hey)Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill (hey)He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (hey)He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey)So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like (hey)Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)My anaconda don't, my anaconda don'tMy anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hunOh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)(Look at her butt) (damn)Look at, look at, look atLook, at her buttThis dude named Michael used to ride motorcyclesDick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel'sReal country-ass nigga, let me play with his riflePussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuilNow that bang, bang, bangI let him hit it 'cause he slang CocaineHe toss my salad like his name RomaineAnd when we done, I make him buy me BalmainI'm on some dumb shitBy the way, what he say? (Ooh, hey)He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)Come through and fuck him in my automobile (hey)Let him eat it with his grills, he keep telling me to chill (hey)He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (hey)He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey)So I pulled up in the Jag', Mayweather with the jab like (hey)Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)My anaconda don't, my anaconda don'tMy anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hunOh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)(Look at her butt) (damn)Look at, look at, look atLook, at her buttLittle in the middle but she got much backLittle in the middle but she got much backLittle in the middle but she got much back(Oh my God, look at her butt)My anaconda don't, my anaconda don'tMy anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hunDon't, my anaconda don'tDon't want none unless you got buns, hunOh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)Look at her butt (damn, damn)Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)Look at her butt (damn, damn)Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)Look at her butt (damn, damn)(Look at her butt) (oh my gosh)Look at, look at, look atLook at her buttYeah, he love this fat ass, hahaha!Yeah, this one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking clubI said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?Fuck them skinny bitches, fuck them skinny bitches in the clubI wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the muthafuckin' clubFuck you if you skinny bitches, what? K'yeahHaha, haha, rrrYeahI got a big fat assK'yeahCome on(Damn)(Damn)(Hey)(Hey)(Hey)

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 'em pushing daffodils
I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit

By the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him in my automobile (hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill (hey)
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (hey)
He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey)
So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like (hey)
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)

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 (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (damn)
Look at, look at, look at
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 shit

By the way, what he say? (Ooh, hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him in my automobile (hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep telling me to chill (hey)
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (hey)
He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey)
So I pulled up in the Jag', Mayweather with the jab like (hey)
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)

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 (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (damn)
Look at, look at, look at
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, my anaconda don't
Don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (oh my gosh)
Look at, look at, look at
Look at her butt

Yeah, he love this fat ass, hahaha!
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 them skinny bitches, fuck them skinny bitches in the club
I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the muthafuckin' club
Fuck you if you skinny bitches, what? K'yeah
Haha, haha, rrr
Yeah
I got a big fat ass
K'yeah
Come on

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(Hey)
(Hey)
(Hey)

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