Pop Smoke Mr Jones Lyrics
Mr. Jones by Pop Smoke
Oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh
Said we in Miami (Oh, ooh, oh, oh)
We just left Mr. Jones (Oh-oh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
With a hundred b_tches that's down, ready to f_ck
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Look
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred b_tches that's down, ready to f_ck
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred b_tches that's down, ready to f_ck
She said we wanna be a bartender, I'm like ya ass ain't fat enough
Before you get that, better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I ain't givin' you sh_t unless you s_ckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some p_ssy
The lil' n_gga f_cked around and got sprung
She came out the room like, "Papi, my ass hurt", she just put up with mad work
Ain't worried about the wrong thing, that's backwards, it's 'bout the cash first
When you down, we roll up that sour, break it down in a bag, girl
If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours, you can't f_ck me first, that's backwards
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred b_tches that's down, ready to f_ck
She said we wanna be a bartender, I'm like ya ass ain't fat enough
Before you get that, better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I ain't givin' you sh_t unless you s_ckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some p_ssy
The lil' n_gga f_cked around and got sprung
We in Skyami, goin' all the way up
Gotta hundred b_tches in the sh_t, they ready to go f_ck
B_tch came with no panties on, bent over my coupe
Take a visit to the jeweler, drop a big bag on a b_tch drip, yeah
Top of the penthouse a personal shopper bringin' fine threads, can't find in the store
My b_tch gon' step on a b_tch's Dior
Smokin' out the pound, drink out the bottle
Mermaid, p_ssy taste like some water
Jimmy Choo shoe, Manolo Blahnik
Coppin' new jewels just for the fun
Not the number two, shorty rewind
Wrapped in plastic, then she found every one
Gotta smash every girl that I call
Makin' all the drip, got me on the move
I be takin' sh_t down like a tycoon
Outta solitary, straight on Patron
Change the temperature when I walk in the room
Take the baddest b_tches out Mr. Jones
Take the baddest b_tches out Mr. Jones
Take the baddest b_tches out Mr. Jones
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred b_tches that's down, ready to f_ck
She said we wanna be a bartender, I'm like ya ass ain't fat enough
Before you get that, better go get a tummy tuck
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred b_tches that's down, ready to f_ck
She said we wanna be a bartender, I'm like ya ass ain't fat enough
Before you get that, better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I ain't givin' you sh_t unless you s_ckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some p_ssy
The lil' n_gga f_cked around and got sprung
Oh-oh, oh
Said we in Miami (Oh, ooh, oh, oh)
We just left Mr. Jones (Oh-oh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
With a hundred b_tches that's down, ready to f_ck
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Look
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred b_tches that's down, ready to f_ck
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred b_tches that's down, ready to f_ck
She said we wanna be a bartender, I'm like ya ass ain't fat enough
Before you get that, better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I ain't givin' you sh_t unless you s_ckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some p_ssy
The lil' n_gga f_cked around and got sprung
She came out the room like, "Papi, my ass hurt", she just put up with mad work
Ain't worried about the wrong thing, that's backwards, it's 'bout the cash first
When you down, we roll up that sour, break it down in a bag, girl
If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours, you can't f_ck me first, that's backwards
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred b_tches that's down, ready to f_ck
She said we wanna be a bartender, I'm like ya ass ain't fat enough
Before you get that, better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I ain't givin' you sh_t unless you s_ckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some p_ssy
The lil' n_gga f_cked around and got sprung
We in Skyami, goin' all the way up
Gotta hundred b_tches in the sh_t, they ready to go f_ck
B_tch came with no panties on, bent over my coupe
Take a visit to the jeweler, drop a big bag on a b_tch drip, yeah
Top of the penthouse a personal shopper bringin' fine threads, can't find in the store
My b_tch gon' step on a b_tch's Dior
Smokin' out the pound, drink out the bottle
Mermaid, p_ssy taste like some water
Jimmy Choo shoe, Manolo Blahnik
Coppin' new jewels just for the fun
Not the number two, shorty rewind
Wrapped in plastic, then she found every one
Gotta smash every girl that I call
Makin' all the drip, got me on the move
I be takin' sh_t down like a tycoon
Outta solitary, straight on Patron
Change the temperature when I walk in the room
Take the baddest b_tches out Mr. Jones
Take the baddest b_tches out Mr. Jones
Take the baddest b_tches out Mr. Jones
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred b_tches that's down, ready to f_ck
She said we wanna be a bartender, I'm like ya ass ain't fat enough
Before you get that, better go get a tummy tuck
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred b_tches that's down, ready to f_ck
She said we wanna be a bartender, I'm like ya ass ain't fat enough
Before you get that, better go get a tummy tuck
She like, "Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?"
I ain't givin' you sh_t unless you s_ckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some p_ssy
The lil' n_gga f_cked around and got sprung