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Mic Jack

by Adam Levine

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  • English (English)
  • Français (French)
  • Español (Spanish)

Niggas still ain't fuckin' with Hollywood Court 'Cause they fuckin' wit' ya boi like the Hollywood dough Everything big, no comin' up short Jack the buzzer beater up, all net, half court The game winning shot, your name sayin', not That same skinny thot you got, she be in and out She never spit it out either, we call her Poke-mouth Big mouth bass, start to smash that ass I build a bear before I build a bitch I take her to the mall and fill her with the sugar dick With the same lips give a nigga sugar whits Give me brain, so intelligent with plenty sense I took her innocence, yeah she was turnt out And by the time I gave her back she was burnt out Like the tires on the Huracan, you ain't good Antwan Or better yet, stay great, we stay puttin' on You're hotter than July (super hot) Super colder than December (so cold) You got me dancin' The dancefloor tells no lies (tells no lies) Give them something to remember You got me dancin' Please don't stop movin' your feet While the music's hot on that ecstacy We can dance all night, till we both get weak Come on, come on Stayin' fresh that's the gameplan Out the oven 'cause we never microwavin' We break it up like the smile of Michael Strahan And keep shinin' like the glove on Michael J hand I do not play man, sure I'll eat your ass up quick I'm on that boss rap shit, they on that toss salad Old chick, I sees ya nigga and I delete her I used to have a bench full of bitches but didn't need 'em But still fill arenas and killin' the coliseum ATLiens, they on top of ya human beings From the mothership, I'm on some other shit Lowkey like the blow soul back in '86 But we don't sell dope, we pimp ink pens To provoke the folks and keep 'em thinkin' What is you drinkin', or better yet Do you really know the meaning of life or are you sleeping, sleeping, sleeping Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping You're hotter than July (super hot) Super colder than December (so cold) You got me dancin' The dancefloor tells no lies (tells no lies) Give them something to remember You got me dancin' You're hotter than July (super hot) Super colder than December (so cold) You got me dancin' The dancefloor tells no lies (tells no lies) Give them something to remember You got me dancin' Please don't stop movin' your feet (please don't stop) You got me dancin' We can dance all night, till we both get weak, come on (please don't stop) You got me dancin' Morning, we don't stop till the morning We don't stop, keep it going We gonna see it through And the rest is up to you

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