Mic Jack (feat. Adam Levine, Scar & Sleepy Brown) (Clean)

作曲 : Terrence Smith/Khalil Abdul-Rahman/Antwan Patton/Patrick Brown/Dacoury Natche/Taylor Parks
作词 : Terrence Smith/Khalil Abdul-Rahman/Antwan Patton/Patrick Brown/Dacoury Natche/Taylor Parks
****** still ain't ****in' with Hollywood Court
'Cause they ****in' 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 bad, start to smash that ass
I build a bear before I build a *****
I take her to the mall
And fill her with the sugar ****
But the same lips give 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
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
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 ****
They on that toss salad
Old chick, see the *****
Follow her and I delete her
I used to have a bench full of *****es
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 ****
Lowkey like the blow soul back in '86
But we don't sell ****, 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
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