Mr. Jones – Pop Smoke Feat. Future

Letra da Música Mr. Jones. Acesse as músicas mais tocadas e lançamentos de Pop Smoke.

Oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh
Said we in Miami (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
We just left Mr. Jones (oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh)
With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck
LookSaid we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be the bartender, I’m like, “Your ass ain’t fat enough”
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuckShe like, “Poppy, 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 sprungShe came out the room like, “Poppy, 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 backwardsSaid we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck
She said she wanna be the bartender, I’m like, “Your ass ain’t fat enough”
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuckShe like, “Poppy, 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 sprungWe in Skyami (we in Skyami)
Goin’ all the way up (all the way up)
Got a hunnid bitches in the VIP, I bet they gon’ fuck (bet they gon’ fuck)
Bitch came with no panties on, got dope in my cup
Take a bitch to the jeweler, drop a big bag on a bitch drip, yeah
Top of the penthouse, it’s a personal shopper
Bringin’ fire fits you can’t find in the store
My bitch gon’ step on a bitch in Dior
Smokin’ out the pound, drink out the bottle
Mermaid, pussy taste like some water
Jimmy Choos shoes, Manolo blunted
Cop her new jewels just for the fun
Got the number two, shorty rewind
Wrapped in plastic, then she fired up her own
Got the smashes, every day like a goon
Million dollars, it got me on the moon
I be takin’ shit down like a tycoon
Lotta solitaires, drank and Patron
Change the temperature when I walk in a room
Take the baddest bitches out, Mr. Jones
Take the baddest bitches out, Mr. Jones
Take the baddest bitches out, Mr. Jones
(I like that, hahaha)Said we in Miami (we in Miami), we just left Mr. Jones (just left Mr. Jones)
With a hundred bitches that’s down, ready to fuck (ready to fuck)
She said she wanna be the 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 bitches that’s down, ready to fuck (ready to fuck)
She said she wanna be the bartender, I’m like, “Your ass ain’t fat enough” (fat enough)
Before you get that, you better go get a tummy tuckShe like, “Poppy, 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