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Mic Jack

Tom: F

Introdução:  F#m  

 F#m                                                                           C#m 
Niggas still ain't fuckin' with Hollywood Court
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'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
 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
 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  DE 
(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