Lyrical Breakdown of Mr. Jones - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mr. Jones" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Pop Smoke weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Mr. Jones" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Pop Smoke employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Yeah
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
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 the cash first
When you down, we roll up that sour
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
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 (Los Illuminati', ah)
I got a stick (I got a stick)
One hundred rounds (one hundred rounds)
King of Miami shit (brr)
We shut it down (we shut it down)
One billion streams (haha)
No bundles, no bundles (no bundles, no bundles)
I spent seven mill' (seven mill')
'Cause I wanted a condo ('cause I wanted a condo), ayy
My wife got a snorer, yeah (haha)
You know them Caucasian (you know them Caucasians), ayy
Bugatti pre-order, yeah (vrroom)
That shit look amazing (split amazing)
My bitch at the border, yeah (yeah)
A stallion like Megan (Yeah, yeah)
You know me, I got body (brr!)
He got me mistaken (haha), brrr! (brr!)
'Toy adicto a gastar dinero con cojone'
También 'toy adicto a 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 apretao'
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 (ayy)
My nigga gotta fight, ey (gotta fight)
I'ma be ring-side sitting next to Dana White, ayy (UFC)
And you got a few milli', yeah (yeah)
But so do I (so do I)
If any 'em don't want to die (pow!)
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
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!
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" (haha)
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 (ayy)
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy (some pussy)
The lil' nigga fucked around and got sprung