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Everybody Jones (feat. Aaron Lacrate)

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And then this one time

I tried to talk to him and these other girls,

They totally got in my way.

Can you believe that their shoes (everybody choose, everybody choose)

Weren't even as expensive as mineThe Tray, Fly boy Lifestyle (milk rain)

You Heard me 

Drippin from my head to my feet, splashin

Everything new, you Heard me

If it's vintage it's new, Real nigga shit, you heard me

Uh, catch me in Soho getting stupid flies

Or catch me uptown getting super fly, you heard me?

Or catch me just riding my Coupe's fly

The beast,Trend setter, never been better (I'm feelin' good)

Yeah I love my bags, but the bank better

Killin' half of you you niggas is a vendetta (bang bang)

She saw the car when your girl start getting wetter

Uh and she was hot but I didn't sweat her

'Cause I'm way too cool you could get a sweater

I'm in the club with a two-thousand Dollar leather

And they say birds of a feather flock together 

So you and you get in drop together

It was cool outside not the hottest weather

But a nigga still stuntin, dropped it on em' Hefers (word)

And we pull into the tele knockin salt n' peppaFunky fresh, Dress to impress, We at the party

Funky fresh, Dress to impress, We at the party

Funky fresh, Dress to impress, ready to party

Everybody Jones, everybody JonesLike oh my God, you guys isn't that like Jim Jones

He's totally amazing, do you know how he did that song

Like, what it's called, um "Popping Champagne?"I got more kicks then Jack Chan (check the closet)

In the face, I'mma wash it like black sand (check the watch box)

And I used to sell smack like a back hand (X-15 Sharif)

And I see through you niggas like a cat scan (get em')

And fuckers getting fax like a lap dance (fuck that)

They say I'm a rock star it's like the Gap Band (aye now)

It's new whips, I pull into the night club

I got them Jordan number 6 outta flight club

Sway still in seats all piped up,

And we ain't leave the club until the lights out (one more bottle)

Everyday I stay splashy like it's Easter (Word)

That's why they say I'm something like a fashionista

Roll some, burn some, pass the reefer

I turn the shit black and yellow, tape Like Khalifa (black and yellow)

I'm so fly, tell me where I'm landing

I hope the summer hot nigga, where we tanningFunky fresh, Dress to impress, We at the party

Funky fresh, Dress to impress, We at the party

Funky fresh, Dress to impress, Ready to party

Everybody Jones, everybody JonesHow many pairs of Louis Vuittons do I have to have

Before Jim Jones is gonna fucking talk to me

I like, I wanna give him his own hashtag or something

Like Jim Jones problems, like I can't even (everybody Jones)They say diamonds are a girl's bestfriend (BFF)

Well, I don't want the girl, I got her bestfriend (Hey baby)

She all around my neck, I'm talkin precious gems 

I caught her body in my 'rari they arrested Gem (camera)

Bitch breathe like carbon monoxide (clear)

I was speedin had the car lookin' lopside (speedin')

I told em' come take a walk on the dark side

I'm from New York, where the motherfuckin sparks fly (boom)

My Nigga sell drugs, all the cars fly (aye)

Well black and white stones like apartheid (segregation)

It's unanimous, them bitches still love a thug (word)

No ceilin', all she was seein' was stars up above

I said girl I'm tryna cut like a laceration (deep)

Body Right I'm having all types of fascinations

She got a nigga talkin' nasty on a mobile phone

I hopped out lookin' splashy in my Kobe Foam (so fly)

Brand New, athletic feet wear (and)

Brand New car, shit we get em' each year (word)

I pave Stones in my watch, like the drive way

And Imma clone to the cops, like the highway

She had The ass shakin like a aftershock (drop it)

And I kept the weed low as I passed the cops (who watchin')

But the music so loud, we was blastin Pac (Knock it)

And I ran outta dutches so I had to stop (whoa)And I don't know what to say to him, I mean,

Do you think he blondes?

I guess I could be blonder

I mean, Do you think Jim Jones needs me to be blonder?

Maybe I just need to lose weight, I mean

I'm already down to like 20 pounds, but I could totally go lower

Because he is just so freaking unbelievably adorable

Like Popsicle Hot, like need to cry,

OK, where are my friends

I need to talk to them about this right away

Maybe we can invent some sort of like Twitter situations

That everybody decides that Jim Jones Should talk to me (everybody Jones, Everybody Jones)

Oh my God, Oh my God he's coming over here.

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