lya_ali4

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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 pushin' 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 he keep tellin' me to chill
          He keep 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 and I hit him with the jab like
          Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun
          
          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
          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
          
          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?
          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 telling me to chill
          He keep 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
          
          My anaconda don't
          My anaconda don't
          My anaconda don't want none
          Unless you got buns,

lya_ali4

@ lucettestar_1  je voulais mettre toutes la  chanson mais ça m'a dit " nombre de caractères autorisé dépassé " [emoji qui pleure x2] [tête de mort x 100]
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