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Grammy (Letra)

Soulja Boy

Soulja Boy Part. Ester Dean

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Talking: Soulja Boy]

[Ester Dean:]
What do u want from me
Because I’ve giving u everything
What do u need from me
Are u not happy with anything

[Soulja Boy:]
Party like a rockstar
Hit em with?
Fast like a nascar
Lyin like my dash car
I deserve a grammy
Will I fly away or land on Miami
I don’t have time to rhyme
But I do have time to grind
SOD pirates I don’t need a hook
My lyrics illustrated versus takin from a book
I understand the fans
Supply and demand
Crunk and command
Fight need we’ll stand
Lyrics from a true legion
Live a life to god blessings
Big papers long acres
Top flight no security

Black ice on me call a jury
Yahh trick yahh trick and we call it magic
My style may change u can call it drastic
Money so long? measures
I love my business and I love my pleasure
Live now dies later Internet genius
Self proclaimin he a? for the fortunate of fame
He’ll run through the rain
For a meanin to change
Taking over the game
18 years old wid a drop top phantom
Kidnap the world till they pay my ransom
Deandre way? tatted on my face
4 words 2 say
I deserve a grammy

[Ester Dean:]
What do u want from me
Cause I’ve giving u everything
What do u need from me
Are u not happy with anything
Is it not good enough
Am I not good enough
Have I not gave enough
What do u want from me [x2]

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Grammy (Letra)

Carl Wilson

Carl Wilson

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

You invite me to pick up my award
After all the time i’ve been out here
My music is still the same
Why is it just now getting there?
Wonder why this one got such play?
Wonder why all the fuss is made?
Now the turntables goin’ ‘round and ‘round

Who’s the judge of this anyway?
My music said what i had to say
Who decides if it’s wrong or right?
The authority with such insite?
Wonder why this one got such play?
Wonder why all the fuss is made?
Now the turntables goin’ ‘round and ‘round

We thought you wanted to be a star
You worked so hard to get this far
You played all the small time scenes
We just wanted to fulfill your dreams
You won a grammy, you won a grammy
You won a grammy, you won a grammy

Don’t think i want to be bothered at all
Maybe i’ll just give them a call
I won’t go through pomp and circumstance
Anyway, my music isn’t fancy
You invite me to share my fame
I’ve decided not to play your game
Now the turntables goin’ ‘round and ‘round

We thought you wanted to be a star