Chords for Jim Jones - Everybody Jones ft. Aaron Lacrate (Official Video)

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?
Those shoes weren't even as expensive as mine.
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_ [Bb] Phil started droppin' all them heffas and we pull into the telly knockin' salt and pepper.
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Funky fresh gang, funky fresh gang, funky fresh gang, funky fresh gang, [Am] ready to party.
[Ab] Everybody [Bb] choose, everybody _ _ [N] choose_
Oh my god, you guys, isn't that a Jim Jones?
He's just totally amazing.
Do you know how he did that song?
Like, like the gossip, popping champagne_
I got more kicks than Jack Chan
And the face in my watch look like black sand
And I used to sell smoke like a bag hand
And I see through you like a CAT scan
And pockets getting fat just like a lap band
They say I'm a rock star, it's like a cat band
It's new whips, I'm ballin' to the nightclub
I got them Jordan number six out of Flight Club
Straight ceiling seats all piped up
And we ain't leave the club until the lights up
Every day I stay splashy like [Am] a Zista
That's why they say I'm something like a fashionista
Some, some pester
I turn this sh** black and yellow tape, Naca-leaf-a
I'm so fly, tell me where I'm landed
I hope it's somewhere [B] hot, and then where we [A] tanning
Funky, fresh, just to impress, we at the club
Funky, fresh, just to impress, we at the club
Funky, fresh, just to impress, ready to pop
Everybody [Bb] Jones, everybody Jones
How many pairs of Louboutins do [N] 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 do that
Everybody Jones, everybody Jones
[Bb] They say Diamonds are a girl's best friend
BFF, but I don't want [Bbm] the girl I got a best friend
[A] Hey baby, she all around my neck, I'm talking Buster James
I [Bb] caught a body in my Rari, they a roughy [N] champ
Breathe like carbon monoxide
House speeding, had the car looking lopsided
I told him come take a walk on the dark side
I'm from New York where them f***ing f***s fly
I never [Db] tell you, it's all [Gb] a godslide
[Bb] We're black and white stones like apartheid
This unanimous, them b****es [Ab] don't love a thug
No ceiling, no cecening, with stars up above
[Am] I said girl I'm trying to f*** like a laceration
[Ab] Body right, I'm having all types of fascinations
She got a n***a talking [Cm] nasty on her mobile [Bbm] phone
A hot [Cm] bottle looking splashy in my Pony phone
Brand new, athletic feetwear
[Ab] Brand new car, shit we get them each year
[Am] I paved stones in my watch like the driveway
[Abm] And I been going [Bb] to the cops like the highway
[C] She had [E] the L, shaking like [F] aftershocks
[Bb] And I kept the f*** [Ab] low as I passed the cops
But the music so loud we was [B] blasting [N] pop
And I ran out of n****s so I had to stop _
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_ _ 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
Okay where are my friends?
I need to talk to them about this right away
Maybe we can invent some sort of like Twitter situation
So that everybody decides that Jim Jones is a f***ing f***
Oh my god he's coming over here
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