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thejonesmob - the pink lyrics

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verse 1: thejonesmob

talking about popping a p-ssy that’s why it’s called the pink
and sampled off the panther, get it now? what did you think
now guess who made this hard beat, b-ss so hard your heart beat
on it’s own accord, and you won’t get bored, this bumping right before part b

that’s part a, like sharpay, like high school’s a dark place
so we sacrifice our smart grades for good weed and car sp-ce
then hotbox the sh-t out of our vehicles, and the wheels go
round and round til they feels slow, baked as f-ck we steel roll

and they asking me if i deal? no. just buy it – that’s how the deal goes
matt with a fat sac and a mad rap and we all know that’s a real flow
s-xy sax that’s elo, and (violence/violins) that’s that doa
alcohol that’s dui, but otis never see no way

frequent c on our frequency and it seems to be that we okay
a metaphor for each mobster, but i never mentioned me though eh?
that’s saul good, it’s all good, suburb rap, it’s all hood
where girlies cake the make up on they face until it’s called good

and they stuff bra, so their right d, look as big as their left c
in school with dogs who think they get p-ssy that’s my pet peeve
smh they envy me cause these chicks can smd
2 so far, got no compet-tion yet the best of 3

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these six kids just sitting on your -ss ho
keep the crunk to the b-ss until your -ss go
up and down and up and down and up and down an back woah
it’s jones mob til we go pop

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verse 2: thejonesmob

talking about undercooked meat that’s why it’s called the pink
in other words it’s p-ssy -ss beef, not real and all for ink
i mean like it’s all for more music and for album the hype
f-ck the explanation, rap g*nius it it’s alvin blight

otis rapping bogus if you notice don’t approach it
with a question this the focus you can’t even ask who wrote this
like oh sh-t is you saul or is you frequent, you all sound the same
well how else would six sick rappers have all found the fame

otis i’mma change the game, and i’m repping that taylor gang
that asap and odd future, say the name – i get famous dang
f-ck the new sh-t let’s make it old school like it’s frank the tank
and bump the f-cking b-ss line till you think we’re blasting bangarang

going ape – orangutang, punchlines that’ll bang ya dang
flat on the floor asking for more until you say my name
otis, otis, oh this is when you feel hopeless?
all right, get up, but look i’m feeling motorbotish

so let me shove my face between your t-ts and your fine -ss
so when kid’s stare at your cleavage they one step behind matt
i’m a g*nius, i’ve told you like maybe once or twice
a matt jones alias, this b-ss make you come to life

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verse 3: thejonesmob

talking bout stabbing a man, that’s why it’s called the red
f-ck the pink, that’s p-ssy sh-t, i got women they all in bed
i got women they all are dead, i got method’s they all are led
pencil’s and bullets and i got women they call me ted

bundy, i am the alias who -n-ls them, say i’m sane but i’m
straight crazy you g-y crazy, i got ladies and my cranium
is f-cked up, cause i’m f-cked up, like schoolboy q i’m f-cked up
and my nut bust in the b-tches face, cause i c-m up like a come up

and i’ve done what you’ve done up in the last 6 years in one month
that’s thirty bodies, they dirty bodies, don’t worry they just dumb c-nts
with bum bums that look nice, see i come up like suge knight
arrested for the murder but no sentence, d-mn i’m good right

yet every sentence i spit, is meant to send you to p-ss
like you’ve been drinking too much, or like an r. kelly diss
i like to p-ss on a b-tch, but only after she’s k!lled
drinking porter it’s my motor dog i have to be thrilled

and i actually will murder to please my addictions
and my d-ck’s been at large since president nixon
i’m a murderer i’ve told you, many times you h-rny sl-t
a matt jones alias and you’ll be dead before we f-ck

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verse 4: thejonesmob

talking bout popping a pill that’s why it’s called the pink
born to naturally reek of weed, see it’s all instincts (in stinks)
kids i know, younger than me popping the rhino
and older folks i don’t know, sipping on that wine rose

rozay – woops the accent, not an accident – just my flow
kids pop pink then od, jones mob til they die yo
that b-ss drop, that -ss drop, my mascot is your -ss ho
i’ll wear it at the sports events, so everyone can clap fo’it

then clap fo’it in private time, peace it then go buy a dime
come back and teach you how to smoke and how to ride the mind
not ride the d-ck, pleasure’s fine, but look kids let’s dive inside
weed is better than s-x in my opinion, yet and i am i

and you are you, and i’m alive, live for weed and that diamond vibe
i mean like hard -ss motherf-cking beats that make you try to rhyme
but you can’t when eye and eye with dracula – you’ll cry inside
you pop a pill you sweet tooth, i hope that sh-t be cyanide

that sh-t make you die inside, ask raoul he’d like to try
that skyfall on those punchlines, dracula’s that kind of guy
die, die, die, kids od til they go broke and they don’t talk
jones mob we won’t stop for no one til we go pop

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verse 5: thejonesmob

talking about the ink in the pen, that’s why it’s called the pink
a dyslexic getting regular women – yet no need to drink
well yuck fu i know kung fu, this dyslexic come to f-ck you
with s-x daily that s-x maniac otis what’s he up to

got nothing to rap bout but big b-tts and cutting loose
freak – he’s like an -ssh0l- like dani when she’s f-cking dudes
anagrams and smoking grams – the only things i win so far
d-mn playing scrabble with grandma has never been so hard

f-ck counting the score grams i’m a senior when my grammar pops
my raps leave half standing like a nammer squat
from vancity where d-mn bitties get d-mn rowdy and grab your crotch
til they send you a nude pic and you’re like whoa amanda todd

sitting on me like santa claus i’m like amber ross
taking in that wiz khalifa, just the weed, my -ss ain’t raw
old english i shan’t be soft, so i stay harder than doctor doom
heard tyga rapping rack rack and then i stopped the coon

so hide your kids, hide your wife, hide your husbands, hide your life
cause that’s what andre came for, but we ain’t use no auto-tune
i’m the alias who’s dyslexic, and i had six bowls for breakfast
one was cereal, guess the rest b-tch, weed for life we the clique you mess with

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verse 6: thejonesmob

hi kids i’m matt, you like the mob? well i am jones
i’m andre, otis, freak, drac, saul and you’re like d-mn bro
they my split personalities i got six and i can’t joke
yet i know punchlines are more intriguing so let matt go

it’s a bummer how i can’t f-ck summer glau since i’m underground
but if i wanna double my bucks i can just dumb it down
spring on ’em in the summer but i win her for all seasons
fist through the paper – that’s punchlines that break ceilings

people say comparing rappers in the game so demeaning
then i say rick ross is mc ride overeating
yeah i rep that rr, that rolls royce and ronald reagan
so i rep that dead prez and that rick ross yet not a f-ggot

16 years old, so am i c-cky if i say
i’m experienced for my age while i rock these kids away
caucasian with a c-ckney background talking to a babe
that’s matt jones in a nutsh-ll, but also puffing haze

weed over women and never wear jewelry
that’s my f-cking motto and i swear i keep it true to me
f-ck lying, i rap so i can make money have good s-x
and get famous so my whole life i don’t hafta work to get good rep

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