| And then this one time I tried to talk to him and these other girls,
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| They totally got in my way.
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| Can you believe that their shoes weren’t even as exspensive as mine.
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| The Tray, Fly boy Lifestyle. |
| You Heard me
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| Drippin from my head to my feet, Splashin
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| Everything New, You Heard me
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| If its vintage its new, Real Nigga Shit, You heard me
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| catch me in soho getting stupid flies
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| or catch me uptown getting super fly, can heard me?
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| or catch me just riding my coupe’s fly
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| the beast,
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| Trend setter (her), never been better,
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| yeah I love my bags, but the bank better
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| Killin half of you you niggas is a vendetta (Bang Bang)
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| she saw the car when your girl start getting wetter
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| and she was hot but I didn’t sweat her
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| cause I’m way too cool you could get a sweater
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| I’m in the club with a Two-Thousand Dollar leather
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| and they say birds of a feather flock together (Well Fly Away)
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| so you and you get in drop together
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| it was cool outside not the hottest weather
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| but a nigga still stuntin, dropped it on em' Hefers
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| and we pull into the tele knockin salt n' peppa
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| funky fresh, Dress to impress, We at the party
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| funky fresh, Dress to impress, We at the party
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| funky fresh, Dress to impress, ready to party
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| everybody Jones, everybody Jones
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| Like oh my god, you guys isn’t that like Jim Jones
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| he’s totally amazing, do you know how he did that song
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| Like, what it’s called, Um popping Champagne?
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| I got more kicks then Jack Chan (Check the closet)
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| in the face, Imma wash it like black sand (Check The Watch Box)
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| and I used to sell smack like a back hand (X-15 Sharif)
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| and I see through you niggas like a Cat scan (Get Em')
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| and fuckers getting fax like a lap dance (Fuck that)
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| they say I’m a rock star like the gap Band (Aye Now)
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| it’s new whips, I pull into the night club
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| I got them jordan number 6 outta flight club
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| sway still in seats all piped up,
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| and we ain’t leave the club until the lights out (one more bottle)
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| everyday I stay splashy like it’s easter (Werd)
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| that’s why they say I’m something like a fashionista
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| whoa some, burn some, pass the reefer
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| I turn the shit black and yellow, tape Like Khalifa (Black And Yellow)
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| I’m so fly, tell me where I’m landing
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| I hope the summer hot nigga, where we tanning
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| funky fresh, Dress to impress, We at the party
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| funky fresh, Dress to impress, We at the party
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| funky fresh, Dress to impress, Ready to party
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| everybody Jones, everybody Jones
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| how many pairs of Louis Vuittons do I have to have before Jim Jones is gonna
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| fucking talk to me
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| I like, I wanna give him his own hashtag or something
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| like Jim Jones problems, Like I can’t even.
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| (Everybody Jones)
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| They say diamonds are a girl’s bestfriend (BFF)
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| Well, I don’t want the girl, I got her bestfriend (Hey Baby)
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| She all around my neck, I’m talkin precious gems (Woo)
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| I Caught her body in my 'rari they arrested Gem (Camera)
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| Bitch breathe like carbon minoxide (Clear)
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| I was speedin had the car lookin lopside (Speedin)
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| I told em' come take a walk on the dark side
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| I’m from New york, where the motherfuckin sparks fly (boom)
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| My Nigga Sell Drugs, All the cars fly (Ayeee)
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| Well, black and white stones like apartheid (Segregation)
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| Its Unanimous, them bitches still love a thug (Werd)
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| No Ceilin, All she was seein was stars up above
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| I say girl im tryna cut like a laceration (Deep)
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| Body Right I’m having all types of fascinations
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| She got a nigga takin nasty on a mobile phone
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| I hopped out lookin splashy in my Kobe Foam (So Fly)
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| Brand New, athletic feet wear (And)
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| Brand New car, Shit we get em' each year (Werd)
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| I Pave Stones in my watch, like the drive way
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| And Imma clone to the cops, like the highway
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| She Had The ass shakin like a aftershock (drop it)
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| And I kept the weed low as I passed the cops (who watchin)
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| But the music so loud, we was blastin Pac (Knock it)
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| and I ran outta dutches so I had to stop
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| Whoa
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| And I don’t know what to say to him, I mean,
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| Do you think he blondes? |
| I guess I could be blonder
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| I mean, Do you think Jim Jones needs me to be blonder?
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| Maybe I just need to lose weight,
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| I’m already down to like 20 pounds, but I could totally go lower
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| because he is just so freaking unbelievably adorable
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| Like Popsicle Hot, Like Need to cry,
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| Ok, Where are my friends, I need to talk to them about this right away
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| Maybe we can invent some sort of like twitter situations that everybody decides
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| that Jim Jones Should talk to me
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| (Everybody Jones, Everybody Jones)
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| Oh my God, Oh my God
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| He’s Coming over Here. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everybody Jones , by - Jim Jones. Song from the album Capo, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп