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pop smoke feat. future - mr. jones (feat. future) 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)
yeah
said we in miami, we just left mr. jones
with a hundred b_tches that’s down, ready to f_ck
she said she wanna be a bartender
i’m like, “your ass ain’t fat enough”
before you get that, you 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 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 ass hurt”
she just put up with mad work, yeah
you worried ’bout the wrong thing
that’s bad work, it’s ’bout the cash first
when you down, we run up that shower
break it down in the back, girl
if i say that you mine, that mean that you ours
you can’t put 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 she wanna be a bartender
i’m like, “your ass ain’t fat enough”
before you get that, you 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 suckin’ all of us
she went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some p_ssy
the lil’ n_gga f_cked around, n_gga, got sprung
we in sky_ami (we in miami)
we all the way up (all the way up)
got a hunnid b_tches in the vip, better go f_ck (better go f_ck)
b_tch can’t put no panties on, got dope in my coat
take a b_tch to the jeweler, drop a big bag on a b_tch drip, yeah
top of the penthouse, it’s a personal shopper bringin’ fine threads
my b_tch gon’ step on a b_tch in dior
smokin’ out a pound, drink out the bottle
mermaid, p_ssy taste like some water
jimmy choos shoes, manolo blahnik
copped the new jewels just for the fun of it
got the number two, shorty rewind
got the plaques, now she found out her own
got the smashes, every day like a goon
million dollars, it take me on the moon
i be takin’ sh_t down like a tycoon
‘lotta solitaires, straight on patron
sagittarius when i walk in a room
tell the baddest b_tches i’m mr. jones
tell the baddest b_tches i’m mr. jones
tell the baddest b_tches i’m mr. jones
(i’m outta here, hahaha)
said we in miami (we in miami)
we just left mr. jones (just left mr. jones)
with a hundred b_tches that’s down, ready to f_ck (ready to f_ck)
she said she wanna be a bartender
i’m like, “your ass ain’t fat enough”
before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck (oh yeah)
said we in miami (we in miami)
we just left mr. jones (just left mr. jones)
with a hundred b_tches that’s down, ready to f_ck (ready to f_ck)
she said she wanna be a bartender
i’m like, “your ass ain’t fat enough” (fat enough)
before you get that, you 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 suckin’ all of us
she went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some p_ssy
the lil’ n_gga f_cked around, n_gga, got sprung
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