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Pop Smoke & Anuel AA - Mr. Jones Lyrics


[Intro: Pop Smoke]
Oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
See we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be a bartender, I’m like, “Ya ass ain’t fat enough”
Before you get that, you better go and 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 pussy
The lil’ nigga fucked around and got sprung

[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 backwards, it’s ’bout thе cash first
When you down, we roll up that sour
Break it down in thе 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 & Anuel AA]
See we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be a bartender, I’m like, “Ya ass ain’t fat enough”
Before you get that, you better go and 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 pussy
The lil’ nigga fucked around and got sprung (Lo’ Illuminati’, ah)

[Verse 2: Anuel AA]
I got a stick (I got a stick), one hundred rounds (One hundred rounds)
You know, Miami shit (Brr), we shut it down (We shut it down)
One billion streams (Jaja), no bundles, no bundles (No bundles, no bundles)
I spent seven mil’ (Seven mil’), ’cause I wanted a condo
My white girl snoring, yeah, you know they’re caucasian (You know they’re caucasians)
Bugatti pre-order, yeah (Brrum), that shit look amazing (That shit look amazing)
My bitch at the border, yeah (Yeah), a stallion like Megan (Yeah, yeah)
You know me, I got body (Brr) he got me mistakin’
‘Toy adicto a gastar dinero con cojone’, también ‘toy adicto haciendo millone’
‘Toy saliendo ‘e Booby Trap con cuatro palo’ con tambore’ (Brr)
El sistema del R adentro del AK haciendo fusione’ (Ah)
Y los Illuminati’ me escogieron a mi, no a ti, cabrón, no te encojone’ (Illuminati’)
Millón y medio en el reloj, mámame el bicho y también la muñeca (Muñeca)
La cubana tiene el culo bien apretado como kilo puro de manteca (La cubana)
Yo la monto en el Lambo y sin decirle un carajo se saca las teta’ (Se saca las teta’)
Y solo come bicho, tiene una estricta dieta, brr (Jajaja)
It’s Saturday night (Ey), my regular gotta fight, ey (Gotta fight)
I’m gonna be ring-side, sitting next to Dana White (UFC), ey
And you got a few milli’, yeah (Yeah), but so do I (So do I)
If any ’em don’t want to die (Die)
Pussy nigga, take a flight (Take a flight, brr)
Ella e’ una diabla, en el putero le dicen “Annabelle” (Le dicen “Annabelle”)
Le gusta que yo se la eche en la cara, toditas quieren chingar con Anuel (Chingar con Anuel)
Mano, en verdad que yo nunca lloré, la delantera la vamo’ a correr, ey (Nosotro’ mandamo’, en la isla)
Chingar al poder, será por un pacto con Lucifer, eh (Anuel, brr)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Anuel AA]
See we in Miami (We in Miami), we just left Mr. Jones (We just left Mr. Jones)
With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck (Ready to fuck)
She said she wanna be a bartender, I’m like, “Ya ass ain’t fat enough” (Jajaja)
Before you get that, you better go and get a tummy tuck (Brr)
She like, “Papi, can you give me fifty-five hundred?” (Five hundred)
I ain’t givin’ you shit unless you suckin’ all of us (Ey)
She went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some pussy (Some pussy)
The lil’ nigga fucked around and got sprung


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