Mic Jack-Big Boi/Adam Levine

歌手 : Big Boi / Adam Levine

专辑 : Mic Jack

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:22

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TXT Mic Jack-Big Boi/Adam Levine 文本歌词

Mic Jack (杰克的麦克风) - Big Boi/Adam Levine (亚当·莱文)

Written by：Antwan Patton/Adam Levine/Dacoury Natche/Khalil Abdul-Rahman/Taylor Parks

Big Boi：

*s still ain't f**kin' with Hollywood Court

'Cause they f**kin' 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 a**

I build a bear before I build a b**ch

I take her to the mall and fill her with the sugar dick

With the same lips give a ni**a 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

Adam Levine：

You're hotter than July super hot

Super colder than December so cold

You got me dancin'

The dancefloor 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

Big Boi：

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 a** up quick

I'm on that boss rap sh*t they on that toss salad

Old chick I sees ya ni**a and I delete her

I used to have a bench full of b**ches 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 sh*t

Lowkey like the blow soul back in '86

But we don't sell d**e 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

Adam Levine：

You're hotter than July super hot

Super colder than December so cold

You got me dancin'

The dancefloor 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

Give them something to remember

You got me dancin'

Please don't stop movin' your feet you got me dancin'

We can dance all night till we both get weak come on

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