Lyrics:
[Mike Jones]
What my motherfuckin name!
Mike Jones...... Who?
Mike Jones.......Who?
Mike Jones...My album "Who Is Mike Jones" coming soon
Yeah!
Where
il m'manque des bisous
J'veux pas finir comme Bridget
J'veux pas finir comme Bridget Jones, nan han
Bridget Jones, oh
J'veux pas finir comme
All this joking aside
I thought that you should know, well, Ms. Jones was spotted nearby
Her motives unclear
However, we have reasons to fear she may
(Saucin', saucin'
Call me Post Malone
Ballin', ballin'
Like my last names jones
Press, decline, when they hit my phone
I don't, know, when I'm
like a warden with these bars shorty got this shit locked up
Keep your eyes on the top charts wait for my name to pop up
Dow Jones
Down like the Dow
I bi dr Boy us dere City u bi ume wid sou
U aui Misgis chöi sech ficke wöu like a Jones chlaut ine d Show
I ha immer scho e fick ge, doch ersch ize
plays
Talking play after play
Play after play
I feel like Herb Jones
I'm in the NBA
In Atlanta and I'm Young
So they call me Trae
In Miami in the Heat
Déjala déjala déjala jone
Déjala déjala déjala jone
Déjala déjala déjala jone
Déjala déjala déjala jone
Esa chica que conocí
No tenía nada pobre
Me and Mrs. Jones,
we've got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong,
but it's much too strong
to let it go now
We meet everyday, at the same
Me and Mrs Jones
We got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong
To let it go now
We meet every day at the same cafe
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la
Mmm
Uh huh
I was down at the New Amsterdam
Staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation
With
a little time
Oh, winter's passed, spring and fall
You never wrote me, you never called, yeah
Nathan Jones, you've been gone too long
Gone too long
Don't let the Jones' get you down
(Get you down)
(Don't let the Jone's get you down)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Thinkin well it's the niggaroe back with my crew
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la
Mmm
Uh huh
I was down at the New cmsterdam
Staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation
With
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la
Mmm
Uh huh
I was down at the New Amsterdam
Staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation
With
It was early Sunday evening just before the death of day.
All the family friends were grievin'
Rev. Jones just pa*sed away.
Sister Jones had seen
"Have you met Miss Jones?"
Someone said as we shook hands
She was just Miss Jones to me
And then I said "Miss Jones,
You're a girl who
Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones!
Who? Mike Jones, Jones!
My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?'
My album, 'Who is Mike Jones?'
Swishahouse we cuttin' the finest
Driving that train, high on cocaine,
Casey Jones you better watch your speed
Trouble ahead, trouble behind
And you know that notion just crossed
understand
Just what you will say when you get home
Because something is happening here but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
You raise up
understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You raise
Driving that train, high on cocaine,
Casey Jones you better watch your speed
Trouble ahead, trouble behind
And you know that notion just crossed
understand
Just what you will say when you get home
Because something is happening here but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
You raise up
The whole town's talking about the Jones Boy
The Jones Boy
The Jones Boy
The whole town's talking about the Jones Boy
He acts mighty peculiar now
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