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Loaded (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Intro:]
Damn, huh?
Huh?
Huh? Huh?
Nigga nigga
Get yo motherfuckin boss on the phone fore I Soulja
Soulja Boy nigga

[Verse 1:]
Ridin through my city, bout to hit a lick
Bout to fuck all on this nigga bitch
This nigga mad, he get his weed spliff
30’s in the cut, he’ll get his shit split
Ridin and I’m loaded, I’m loaded
Ridin and I’m loaded, I’m loaded
I’m flexin bitch, I’m loaded, I’m loaded
Got that 30 bitch ass loaded, it’s loaded (yuh!)
Got that choppa, Soulja blowed up
Nigga don’t call my phone unless you pouring up (uh)
Smoking on this dope, money going up
Hit the fuckin secret, son they throwin money up
Damn damn damn, I’m the man
Click clack, yea I’m so bam bam
Outside the van Soulja go damn
I pulled up in that Bentley, that’s a quarter mill
Versace all on me, paparazzi all on me
Yo bitch all on me, cause gonna rip it SOD
Rich Gang, MG all up in these fuckin streets
5 star general, get yo fuckin hit list ready
Cause Soulja Boy comin, choppin less can let it

[Hook 1:]
Soulja loaded loaded loaded
Ridin and I’m loaded loaded loaded
Got that choppa and I’m loaded loaded loaded
Last night I was loaded loaded loaded
Get money, loaded loaded
Uh, I’m loaded, I’m loaded
Loaded loaded, Soulja Soulja
Loaded loaded, get money aye

[Verse 2:]
Bad bitch with me, Gucci on my feet
Red bottoms dog, Soulja kill the beat
Soulja kill the beat, Soulja Boy kill the streets
Soulja Boy stack this gwap, nobody fuckin with me
I cash out, I’m going splurge
50K on my watch, fuck what ya heard
SB getting gwap, flip a couple herb
Every time you see me, man I’m sippin syrup
Yea, ye ain’t even know it
100K on my watch, ye ain’t even know it
Yuh, ye ain’t even know it

[Hook 2:]
Last night I was loaded loaded loaded loaded

Loaded loaded, I’m ridin and I’m loaded loaded loaded
Got that 9 and it’s loaded loaded loaded
Last night I was loaded loaded loaded (Soulja, uh)
Yea, loaded loaded, yea!
Loaded, loaded, uh uh
Last night I was loaded,
Got that choppa on me, I didn’t know that thing loaded, loaded yea

[Outro:]
Yea uh
Uh uh, it’s Soulja, it’s Soulja
Soulja
Yuh!
Yea!
Rich Gang
Uh uh
Uh uh
Loaded loaded, Soulja, Soulja
Soulja
Stacks on deck, Rich Gang
Yuh yuh, uh
Uh uh
Uh yea uh yea
Instagram dot com slash Soulja Boy
SODMG
I’m in the trap, zone 1 west side uh
Dre
Dre

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Loaded (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Hey, mama, hey,
I got a fix for your despair
I said, hey, mama, hey,
I got connections everywhere.
Anything you want, i got.
Do you want to know the score?
Right here in my pocket
I can’t say anymore.
Hey, mama, hey,
I got a fix for your despair.

Hey, anybody want to get loaded?
Wooh, anybody want to get high?
Hey, anybody want to get loaded?
Wooh, anybody want to get high?

She said, yeah.

I ain’t no backstreet jiver,
And i’m just trying to make you see.
You don’t know just what you want,
But i know what you need.
I can ease your dilemma
One step at a time,
I got the remedy,
You can take it line by line.
Hey, mama, i got a fix for your despair.

Take what you want,
Just take it, all i got.
If you ain’t had enough go on,
Take another shot.
You want it, i got it,
You want it, i got it –
Hey, mama, i got a cure for your despair.

Loaded (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

My friend john he’s a flattop
He’s a cop on the eastern side
He’s a watchdog sent on a paper bag
Chase where the children’s
Guns all hide in the school yard
Cops are angry
Kids are angry
But no one is to blame

Is it loaded?
Does it make you feel ok?

Would you do it?
Is it loaded?
All your strength in a bullet shell
Would you do it?

His girl jane she’s a good one
In the night she’ll always pray
That a twelve year old boy
Packing more than his lunch
Ain’t the statistical end to her husband’s day
Cops are angry
Kids are angry
But no one is to blame

Sunny stands on the corner and plans a surprise
For his wedding day
He got his meal on a brown bag deal
And gets stopped by a cop on his way
The gun barrel size really widens his eyes
As he hopes for a chance to explain
And now the flowers and people
Cry up to the steeple and beg for someone
Won’t you please explain?

Is it loaded…?

Loaded (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’ve loaded up a good thing
To see the way she feels
Faster than a sosa homerun
She’s gonna get a little huh huh

Look at her now
She wants to take the wheel
She says, ‘you dirty dog’
‘you want to rock the bop and take it home’

Why oh why am i gonna play
So many times it goes this way
My heart gets blown away
These eyes are blown away

Do you remember how were were
Do you remember summer days
Sometimes i feel like going down down

Walk like a loaded man (down down)
Get the bump to the bump de bump de bump soul (down down)
Move like a thing, swing line a thong
And do your jiggy mama til the break of dawn
Load the rocket, shock it and rock it til you drop
Do the bump to the bump and don’t stop

Loaded up from dusk til dawn
I wonder how she feels
Dancin’ around with my love
While i’m sitting waiting for the huh huh

Fired up that smoke screen
Red lipstick and high heels
Look at her now
She wants to rock the bop and take it home

Why oh why am i gonna play
So many times it goes this way
My heart gets blown away
These eyes are born again

Do you remember how we were
Do you remember summer days
Sometimes i feel like going down down

Walk like a loaded man (down down)
Get the bump to the bump de bump de bump soul (down down)
Move like a thing, swing line a thong
And do your jiggy mama til the break of dawn
Load the rocket, shock it and rock it til you drop
Do the bump to the bump and don’t stop

Do you remember how we were
Do you remember summer days
Sometimes i feel like going down down

Walk like a loaded man (down down)
Get the bump to the bump de bump de bump soul (down down)
Move like a thing, swing line a thong
And do your jiggy mama til the break of dawn
Load the rocket, shock it and rock it til you drop
Do the bump to the bump and don’t stop

Walk like a loaded man (talk like a gazombadam)
Get the bump to the bump de bump de bump soul
(slip into the funk like a sweet cologne)
Move like a thing, swing line a thong
And do your jiggy mama til the break of dawn
Load the rocket, shock it and rock it til you drop
Do the bump to the bump and don’t stop

Loaded (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[dialogue: the wild angels]

Just what is it that you want to do?
We wanna be free
We wanna be free to do what we wanna do
And we wanna get loaded
And we wanna have a good time
That’s what we’re gonna do
No way baby let’s go
We’re gonna have a good time
We’re gonna have a party

I don’t wanna lose your love (x4)

Just what is it that you want to do?
I’m gonna get deep down, deep down
I said, (i’m gonna get deep down) deep down
Woo hey!

We wanna be free to do what we wanna do
No way baby let’s go!

I don’t wanna lose your love (x2)

We wanna be free to do what we wanna do

Ahhh yeah

Loaded (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I am a friend
You watch me slip again and again
I know your name
You tore me up, left to bleed
But i still want you…..
I come, it will blow
Yeah, i’m clear like rain, but i feel like snow into the bends
I can’t see where it all ends
I’m wide awake
But still asleep
Again the buzzing in my ears
Yeah, i’m a loaded,loaded,loaded,loaded gun
Pull the trigger, i will shoot you one by one
Here comes the day
Will sweep my sorrow and lies away
The ground is so cold
In the morning sun, feel overthrown
I’m wide awake…….etc

Loaded (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Loaded
Gonna have a good time
Loaded
Gonna have a good, good time
Don’t you know that I wanna get loaded

Lit
Brighter than my butane
I said lit
Hotter than my low-down thing
Take me inside-out, ‘til I’m gone insane
Well, oh yeah, shellac

Loaded, loaded, locomotive
Loaded, loaded, disembodied
Let’s fry
Like a Paxton blower
Like a Paxton twist
Black Cadillac
Aphrodesiac

Loaded
Tankin’, skankin’ with the rank-n-file
Load me up
Gettin’ it good for a little while
Don’t you know that I wanna get loaded
Yeah, put me up

Loaded, loaded, locomotive
Loaded, loaded, don’t you just know it
Harpoon, loaded, well
Like Bridgette Bardot
Like a French high-roller

Loaded (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Blacklung coat and your little crown
That’s the crown that you get for falling down
Hey baby lemme look in your eyes
I see you standing in a weird red light
You pump and grind that I call my head
The suck-milk nebula I use instead
The suck cream-clot and the sweet milk udder
The weird red light that pulls me under
Hey hey hey some up my stars
Slut me open and suck my scars
Yah now I’m loaded yah now I’m loaded

Blacklung coat and your little crown
That’s the crown that you get when you fall down
Hey baby won’t you wave goodbye
Cause you go up the fucking weird red light
The rotten-sun spits on your raw hide
Cause your the test the sun of a suicide
He only laughs when you try to to
Rat poison daughter of a suicide
Slut me and your gonna see my scars
Open your eyes when I come down
And I’m loaded yah now I’m loaded
Don’t blush when I rip you open
Don’t blush when I rip you open
Hey baby lemme look in your eyes
Cause you go off into your weird red light

The pump and grind that I call my head
The suck-milk nebula I use instead
The sweet cream-clot and the suck milk udder
The weird red light that pulls me under
You open and suck my scars you better
Open your eyes when I come down
Yah now I’m loaded I just get loaded I just get loaded
I just get loaded hey now I’m loaded so am I so am I
And I I just got I just got I just get I just get I just get loaded
I just get loaded The see the sun no

Loaded (Letra)

Manu Tenorio

Manu Tenorio

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I know why you came here
I know it’s the same fear

It seems loaded
It seems true, true [through me?]
Got no hand what can i do
I’ve been strumming [struggling?]
You’ve been blew [blue?] through
I don’t get what you need to do
I know why you came here
Please don’t be ashamed of you [here?]
And should i lay a claim here
I know it’s the same fear

[solo over vocals]

I put me out here
I move through too
Will i get the same from you?
I know why you came here
Please don’t be ashamed here
I know it’s the same sheer [fear?]
Should i lay a claim here?

Loaded (Letra)

Dog Eat Dog

Dog Eat Dog

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

You sing, you walk, you talk, you care about nothing
Sometimes you feel that life has treated you wrong
I’ve got a feeling you know what the score is baby
But it’s hard when you’re sitting here surrounded by friends

I’ve got a love that i’ll cling on to
And i’ll stay there stay there till the end
‘cause one thing i know is

I have found an answer i don’t think you don’t care
Just you laugh ‘cause you’re loaded
And things are different from there
I have found an answer i don’t think you don’t care
Just you laugh ‘cause you’re loaded
And things are different from there

You walk and you talk
And you sing and you shout
And you justify about anything
And you rant and you rave and you hope and you say nothing
And you eat and you drink and you dress and you live as if
No one else did baby
No one else like you lives out in this world

I’ve got a love that i’ll cling on to
And i’ll stay there stay there till the end
‘cause one thing i know is

I have found an answer i don’t think you don’t care
Just you laugh ‘cause you’re loaded
And things are different from there
I have found an answer i don’t think you don’t care
Just you laugh ‘cause you’re loaded

I have found an answer i don’t think you don’t care
Just you laugh ‘cause you’re loaded
And things are different from there
I have found an answer i don’t think you don’t care
Just you laugh ‘cause you’re loaded
And things are different from there

Loaded (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Blacklung coat and your little crown
That’s the crown that you get for falling down
Hey baby let me look in your eyes
I see you standing in a weird red light
The pump and grind that i call my head
The suck milk nebula i use instead
The suck milk clot and the sweet cream udder
The weird red light that pulls you under
Open my scars come out my stars
Slut me open and suck my scars
And now i’m loaded
Yeah now i’m loaded
Black lung coat and your little crown
That’s the crown that you get when you fall down
Hey baby won’t you wave goodbye
As you go up the fucking weird red light
The rotten sun spits on your raw hide
Cause you’re the depths of the son of a suicide
He only laughs when you try to
Rat poison daughter of a suicide
Slut me deeper and suck my scars
Better open your eyes when i come down
And i’m loaded
Yeah now i’m loaded
Don’t blush when i rip you open
Don’t blush when i rip you open
Hey baby let me look in your eyes
As you go up into your weird red light
The pump and grind that i call my head
The suck milk nebula i use instead
The sweet cream clot and the sick milk udder
The weird red light that pulls me under
You open and suck my scars
You better open your eyes when i come down
Yeah now i’m loaded
I just get loaded
I just get loaded
I just get loaded

Loaded (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Find me
Find me
Wine me and dine me
Get fuckin’ loaded
Party

I want to play guitar
And be a movie star
Be in the b-movies
And take off all my clothes
Who do you want me to be
Who do i wanna be
Who do you want me to be
Get fuckin’ loaded

Party
Get fuckin’ loaded

Mi numero di telefono
E le 2-7-8-7-8-2-7
Ciao bello ragazz o ciao
Get fuckin’ loaded
And how’s your money
Are you fuckin’ loaded?
Party

Here i am
R-a-w
Put it down the way that i love to do
Verbally that’s the best you can get
‘cause y’all come loaded with special effects
A big benz so that you can floss with it
Ice style ‘til your neck’s frost-bit
Rocks for your medallion to shine
Dressed head to toe in italian design
All night trying to ball right
Mack-a-docious, loaded
Let your neck flow
With shots of x-o
From the first shelf
Don’t hurt yourself
You know it’s all quite funny to me
It really don’t matter what money you see
‘cause while your wife’s out dressed in gucci
I can put your girl buck-naked in a hootie

Loaded (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’ve loaded up a good thing
To see the way she feels
Faster than a Sosa homerun
She’s gonna get a little huh huh

Look at her now
She wants to take the wheel
She says, ‘You dirty dog’
‘You want to rock the bop and take it home’

Why oh why am I gonna play
So many times it goes this way
My heart gets blown away
These eyes are blown away

Do you remember how were were
Do you remember summer days
Sometimes I feel like going down down

[Chorus:]

Walk like a loaded man (down down)
Get the bump to the bump de bump de bump soul (down down)
Move like a thing, swing line a thong
And do your jiggy mama til the break of dawn
Load the rocket, shock it and rock it til you drop
Do the bump to the bump and don’t stop

Loaded up from dusk til dawn
I wonder how she feels
Dancin’ around with my love
While I’m sitting waiting for the huh huh

Fired up that smoke screen
Red lipstick and high heels
Look at her now
She wants to rock the bop and take it home

Why oh why am I gonna play
So many times it goes this way
My heart gets blown away
These eyes are born again

Do you remember how we were
Do you remember summer days
Sometimes I feel like going down down

[Chorus]

Do you remember how we were
Do you remember summer days
Sometimes I feel like going down down

Walk like a loaded man (down down)
Get the bump to the bump de bump de bump soul (down down)
Move like a thing, swing line a thong
And do your jiggy mama til the break of dawn
Load the rocket, shock it and rock it til you drop
Do the bump to the bump and don’t stop

Walk like a loaded man (talk like a gazombadam)
Get the bump to the bump de bump de bump soul
(slip into the funk like a sweet cologne)
Move like a thing, swing line a thong
And do your jiggy mama til the break of dawn
Load the rocket, shock it and rock it til you drop
Do the bump to the bump and don’t stop

Loaded (Letra)

Ricky Martin

Ricky Martin

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(michelle lewis/ teddy kumpel

He’s a genius…from the northwest
He rode into town with the circus
The bearded lady and the iron man
She’s a dreamer…from the suburbs
He nearly fell off his horse when he heard her
He said "would you like to join my caravan?"

After one night together
The world’s changed forever as we know it
And god must have a sense of humor
To point ‘em at each other so loaded
And they’re loaded

He’s a shut in…but i love him
He’s got only eight fingers with webbing between them
It feels special when he holds my hand
I have three heads and nine eyes
I’m feeling my way
But i’ve found where his heart lies
We fit the pieces any way we can

And the people stare in horror
When they see us both together
And we know it
Cause god must have a sense of humor
To point us at each other so loaded
And we’re loaded

It’s a freak show, three ring
Everybody group sing – yeah, yeah
It’s a doomed-from-the-start thing
Got to keep laughing – yeah, yeah
Oh yeah

Lalala lala lala

He’s freak, you’re a geek
It doesn’t matter – you gotta love somebody
Well he’s green and you’re white
It’s all right – you gotta love somebody
You gotta love somebody

Cause god must have a sense of humor
To point us at each other so loaded
And we’re loaded
I’m so loaded
And we’re loaded

Yeah, yeah
I say yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Ohhh yeah