Mr. Jones Lyrics
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 as* 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 shit unless you suckin' 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 as* 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 as* 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 shit unless you suckin' 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 shit, 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' shit 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 as* 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 as* 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 shit unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some p*ssy
The lil' n*gga f*cked around and got sprung
Song Details
Singer : Pop Smoke, Future
Album : FAITH
Lyrics : Future, Pop Smoke
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