Jim Jones - Everybody Jones lyrics

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 weren't even as exspensive as mine. The Tray, Fly boy Lifestyle. You Heard me Drippin from my head to my feet, Splashin Everything New, You Heard me If its vintage its new, Real n***a sh**, You heard me catch me in soho getting stupid flies or catch me uptown getting super fly, can heard me? or catch me just riding my coupe’s fly the beast, Trend setter(her), never been better, yeah I love my bags, but the bank better k**in half of you you n***as is a vendetta (Bang Bang) she saw the car when your girl start getting wetter 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 (Well Fly Away) so you and you get in drop together it was cool outside not the hottest weather but a n***a still stuntin, dropped it on em' Hefers and we pull into the tele knockin salt n' peppa funky 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 Jones Like 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, Imma 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 n***as like a Cat scan (Get Em') and f**ers getting fax like a lap dance (f** that) they say I’m a rock star 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 (Werd) that’s why they say I’m something like a fashionista whoa some, burn some, pa** the reefer I turn the sh** black and yellow, tape Like Khalifa (Black And Yellow) I’m so fly, tell me where I’m landing I hope the summer hot n***a, where we tanning funky 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 Jones how many pairs of Louis Vuittons do I have to have before Jim Jones is gonna f**ing 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 (Woo) I Caught her body in my 'rari they arrested Gem (Camera) b**h breathe like carbon minoxide (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 motherf**in sparks fly (boom) My n***a Sell Drugs, All the cars fly (Ayeee) Well, black and white stones like apartheid (Segregation) Its Unanimous, them b**hes still love a thug (Werd) No Ceilin, All she was seein was stars up above I say girl im tryna cut like a laceration (Deep) Body Right I'm having all types of fascinations She got a n***a takin 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, sh** we get em' each year (Werd) I Pave Stones in my watch, like the drive way And Imma clone to the cops, like the highway She Had The a** shakin like a aftershock (drop it) And I kept the weed low as I pa**ed 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'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.