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Chord dan Lirik Mic Jack - Adam Levine

Versi 1
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[Verse]
F#m C#m Niggas still ain't fuckin' with Hollywood Court
D 'Cause they fuckin' wit' ya boi
E like the Hollywood dough
F#m C#m Everything big, no comin' up short
D E Jack the buzzer beater up, all net, half court
F#m C#m The game winning shot, your name sayin', not
D E That same skinny thot you got, she be in and out
F#m C#m She never spit it out either, we call her Poke-mouth
D E Big mouth bad, start to smash that ass
F#m C#m I build a bear before I build a bitch
D I take her to the mall and
E fill her with the sugar dick
F#m C#m With the same lips give a nigga sugar whits
D E Give me brain, so intelligent with plenty sense
F#m I took her innocence, yeah she was turnt out
C#m D And by the time I gave her back she was burnt out
E F#m Like the tires on the Huracan, you ain't good Antwan
F#m Or better yet, stay great, we stay puttin' on
[Chorus]
F#m You're hotter than July (super hot)
D E F#m Super colder than December (so cold)
C#m D E You got me dancin'
F#m The dancefloor tells no lies
C#m D E F#m Give them something to remember
C#m D E You got me dancin'
[Post-Chorus]
F#m D Please don't stop movin' your feet
F#m D While the music's hot on that ecstacy
F#m D We can dance all night, till we both get weak
F#m D Come on, come on
[Verse]
F#m C#m Stayin' fresh that's the gameplan
D E Out the oven cause we never microwavin'
F#m C#m We break it up like the smile of Michael Strahan
D E And keep shinin' like the glove on Michael J hand
F#m C#m I do not play man, sure I'll eat your ass up quick
D E I'm on that boss rap shit, they on that toss salad
F#m C#m Old chick, I sees ya nigga and I delete her
D I used to have a bench
E full of bitches but didn't need 'em
F#m C#m But still fill arenas and killin' the coliseum
D E ATLiens, they on top of ya human beings
F#m C#m From the mothership, I'm on some other shit
D E Lowkey like the blow soul back in '86
F#m C#m But we don't sell dope, we pimp ink pens
D E To provoke the folks and keep 'em thinkin'
F#m C#m What is you drinkin', or better yet
D Do you really know the meaning of life
E F#m or are you sleeping
[Chorus]
F#m C#m D You're hotter than July (super hot)
E F#m Super colder than December (so cold)
C#m D E You got me dancin'
F#m C#m The dancefloor tells no lies
D E F#m Give them something to remember
C#m D E You got me dancin'
F#m C#m D You're hotter than July (super hot)
E F#m Super colder than December (so cold)
C#m D E You got me dancin'
F#m C#m The dancefloor tells no lies
D E F#m Give them something to remember
C#m D E You got me dancin'
[Post-Chorus]
F#m C#m D Please don't stop movin'
E F#m D E your feet (you got me dancin')
F#m We can dance all night,
C#m D E till we both get weak, come on
F#m C#m D E (You got me dancin')
[Outro]
F#m C#m D E F#m C#m D Morning, we don't stop till the morning
E F#m We don't stop, keep it going
C#m D We gonna see it through
D E F#m
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