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mr. jones - pop smoke & anuel aa lyrics

[intro: pop smoke]
oh*oh
oh*oh, oh

[chorus: pop smoke]
see 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, “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 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

[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 b*tches that’s down, ready to f*ck
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 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 (los illuminati’, ah)
[verse 2: anuel aa]
i got a stick (i got a stick), one hundred rounds (one hundred rounds)
king of miami sh*t (brr), we shut it down (we shut it down)
one billion streams (jaja), no bundles, no bundles (no bundles, no bundles)
i spent seven mill’ (seven mill’), ’cause i wanted a condo (’cause i wanted a condo), ey
my white a snorer, yeah (jaja), you know them caucasian (you know them caucasians), ey
bugatti pre*order, yeah (vrroom), that sh*t look amazing (that sh*t look amazing)
my b*tch at the border, yeah (yeah), a stallion like megan (yeah, yeah)
you know me, i got body (¡brr!), he got me mistaken (¡jaja!), ¡brrr! (¡brr!)
‘toy adicto a gastar dinero con cojone’, también ‘toy adicto a haciendo millone’
‘toy saliendo ‘e b00by trap con cuatro palo’ con tambore’ (brr)
el sistema del r adentro del ak haciendo fusione’ (¿ah?)
y los illuminati’ me escogieron a mí, no a ti, cabrón, no te encojone’ (illuminati’)
un millón y medio en el reloj, mámame el bicho y también la muñeca (medio millón)
la cubana tiene el culo bien apreta’o 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 (¡jaja!), ¿ah?
it’s sat*rday night (ey), my regular gotta fight, ey (gotta fight)
i’m gonna be ring*side sitting next to dana white, ey (ufc)
and you got a few milli’, yeah (yeah), but so do i (so do i)
if any ’em don’t want to die (¡jaja!)
p*ssy n*gga, 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 y la isla entera la vamo’ a correr (nosotro’ mandamo’ en la isla), ey
se me vino el poder, ¿será por el pacto con lucifer? (amén), ey, ¡brrr! (¡ey!)
[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 b*tches that’s down, ready to f*ck (ready to f*ck)
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 sh*t unless you suckin’ all of us (ey)
she went upstairs and gave my lil’ homie some p*ssy (some p*ssy)
the lil’ n*gga f*cked around and got sprung

- pop smoke anuel aa lyrics

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