Adam Levine

Adam Levine

Mic Jack
nível intermediario
Intro: F#m 

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 


[Refrão]
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
[Refrão]
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 And the rest is up to you

Enviado por: Paulo Rocha Antunes

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