- Pop Smoke Mr. Jones 歌词
- Future Pop Smoke
- [Intro: Pop Smoke & Future]
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 ******* that's down, ready to ****
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Look
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred ******* that's down, ready to ****
She said she wanna be about ten, I'm like, "Your ass seems fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck
[Post-Chorus: Pop Smoke]
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 *****
The lil' nigga ****ed around, nigga, I swear
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
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
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Said we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred ******* that's down, ready to ****
She said she wanna be about ten, I'm like, "Your ass seems fat enough"
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck
[Post-Chorus: Pop Smoke]
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 *****
The lil' nigga ****ed around, nigga, I swear
[Verse 2: Future]
We in Miami (We in Miami)
We all the way up (All the way up)
Got a hunnid ******* in the VIP, better go **** (Better go ****)
***** can't put no panties on, got **** in my coat
Take a [?] to the jeweler, drop a big bag on a ***** drip, yeah
Top of the penthouse, it's a personal shopper bringin' fire [?]
My ***** gon' step on a ***** in Dior
Smokin' out a pound, drink out the bottle
Mermaid, ***** taste like some water
Jimmy Choos shoes, [?] lil' blunted
Copped the new jewels just for the [?]
Got the number two, shorty rewind
Got the plaques, now she found [?] her own
Got the smashes, every day like a goon
Million dollars, it take me on the moon
I be takin' shit down like it's a ****
All the solitaires, tryna get [?]
Sagittarius when I walk in a room
Tell the baddest ******* I'm Mr. Jones
Tell the baddest ******* I'm Mr. Jones
Tell the baddest ******* I'm Mr. Jones
(I'm outta here, hahaha)
[Chorus: Future, Pop Smoke, Pop Smoke & Future]
Said we in Miami (We in Miami), we just left Mr. Jones (Just left Mr. Jones)
With a hundred ******* that's down, ready to **** (Ready to ****)
She said she wanna be about ten, I'm like, "Your ass seems 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 ******* that's down, ready to **** (Ready to ****)
She said she wanna be about ten, I'm like, "Your ass seems fat enough" (Fat enough)
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuck
[Post-Chorus: Pop Smoke]
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 *****
The lil' nigga ****ed around, nigga, I swear
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