Mr. Jones Lyrics – Pop Smoke

Mr. Jones Lyrics by Pop Smoke

Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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
She said she wanna be about ten, I’m like, “Your #ss seems 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#ss#
The lil’ n#gg# f#cked around, n#gg#, I swear

She came out the room like, “Papi, my #ss hurt”
She just put up with mad work, yeah
You worried ’bout the wrong thing
That’s bad work, it’s ’bout thе cash first

When you down, we run up that shower
Brеak 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 about ten, I’m like, “Your #ss seems 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#ss#
The lil’ n#gg# f#cked around, n#gg#, I swear
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Pop Smoke Lyrics – Mr. Jones

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Mr. Jones