Correction Lyrics Mr. Jones by Pop Smoke & Anuel AA

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Oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh

She came out the room like, "Papi, my a** 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 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

See we in Miami, we just left Mr. Jones
With a hundred b*t*hes that's down, ready to f**k
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Ya a** 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 pu**y
The lil' n***a f**ked around and got sprung (Los illuminati', ¿ah?)
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 girl a snorter, yeah (Jaja), you know them caucasians (You know them caucasians), ey
Bugatti pre-order, yeah (Vrroom), that sh*t look amazing (That sh*t look amazing)
My b*t*h 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 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 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 Saturday night (Ey), McGregor 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!)
Pu**y n***a, 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
Mucho dinero y poder, ¿será por el pacto con Lucifer? (Amén), ey, ¡brr! (¡Ey!)
See we in Miami (We in Miami), we just left Mr. Jones (We just left Mr. Jones)
With a hundred b*t*hes that's down, ready to f**k (Ready to f**k)
She said she wanna be a bartender, I'm like, "Ya a** 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 pu**y (Some pu**y)
The lil' n***a f**ked around and got sprung

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