Thought I Knew You
Nicki Minaj Lyrics


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I-I-I-I thought I knew you
I-I-I-I guess I didn't
I-I-I-I thought I knew you
But baby I guess I didn't
I-I-I thought you was down for real
Thought you would stick around for real
I-I-I-I-I
I-I ah

Misconstrued your love (misconstrued your love)
You confused my love (my love)
You givin' up (up)
On love (on love)
Not to lose my love (not to lose my love)
Yeah

Honestly I think this shit excites you
You love drama, it excites you
I-I liked you
I-I-I-I don't think I'm talking to the right you

I-I-I-I thought I knew you (thought I knew you)
I-I-I-I guess I didn't
I-I-I-I thought I knew you
But baby I guess I didn't
I-I-I thought you was down for real (down for real)
Thought you would stick around for real ('round for real)
I-I-I-I-I
I-I ah

Tell me why you let me come inside for real
Never mind, you were never mine for real
Hit my line, I'ma hit decline for real
I ain't trying for a second time for real
Honestly I think this shit excites you
All that drama that you're tied to (oh yeah)
You play the victim every time too
That shit came back and hit you times two

I-I-I-I thought I knew you (thought I knew ya baby)
I-I-I-I guess I didn't (guess I didn't)
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (oh yeah)
But baby I guess I didn't
I-I-I thought you was down for real (down for real)
Thought you would stick around for real ('round for real)
I-I-I-I-I
I-I ah

You broke my heart and now ever since
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
You broke my heart nigga ever since
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
Yeah, I just want them dead presidents
Dead-dead presidents
Presidents-dents, them presidents
Presidents-dents, them presidents




Presidents-dents, them presidents
Presidents-dents, them presidents

Overall Meaning

In the song "Thought I Knew You," Nicki Minaj expresses her disappointment and frustration with someone she thought she knew well. She sings about how she misconstrued their love and confused her own love for theirs. She also reveals how she feels about the individual, stating that she thinks their attraction to drama excites them and adds to the situation they find themselves in.


The lyrics suggest that Nicki Minaj has been badly hurt by the person she thought she knew well. She expresses how she thought they were "down for real" and expected them to "stick around for real." However, instead of being there for her, she feels that they have given up on love and have caused her pain by playing the victim.


Nicki Minaj's tone is one of resignation and an unwillingness to engage with the person any further. She sings about how she won't give the person a second chance and is, instead, focused on making money ("dead presidents"). The lyrics reveal Nicki Minaj's heartbreak, and the sense of betrayal and disappointment she feels, as well as her need to move on.


Line by Line Meaning

I-I-I-I thought I knew you
I believed I understood you completely


I-I-I-I guess I didn't
I was wrong in my assumption about you


I thought you was down for real
I believed you were supportive and loyal


Thought you would stick around for real
I believed you wouldn't give up on me


Misconstrued your love (misconstrued your love)
I misunderstood your love


You confused my love (my love)
You didn't reciprocate my love


You givin' up (up)
You're giving up on our relationship


On love (on love)
You're losing hope for love in general


Not to lose my love (not to lose my love)
I don't want you to lose your love for me


Honestly I think this shit excites you
I believe you enjoy the drama in our relationship


I-I liked you
I used to have feelings for you


I don't think I'm talking to the right you
I don't think you're the person I thought you were


Tell me why you let me come inside for real
Why did we sleep together if you didn't want a relationship?


Never mind, you were never mine for real
I realize now that you were never fully committed to me


Hit my line, I'ma hit decline for real
I won't answer your calls anymore


I ain't trying for a second time for real
I'm not giving you another chance


All that drama that you're tied to (oh yeah)
You're always involved in some kind of drama


You play the victim every time too
You always act like you're the one being hurt


That shit came back and hit you times two
Your actions have resulted in your own misery


You broke my heart and now ever since
You hurt me and now all I want is money


I just want them dead presidents
I just want to make money


Dead-dead presidents
Money


Presidents-dents, them presidents
More money




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Brittany Talia Hazzard, Jeremy Edward Reid, Onika Tanya Maraj

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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

(Damn)
(Damn)
(Hey)
(Hey)
(Hey)

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