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Shorty (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Shorty, what’s 55 in calicable
Lookin’ like a model on da cover of Vogue,
Sexy little mommy bangin’ out of control, She Lookin’
at me but I ain’t fa show, She was da hottest girl I’d eva seen before,
Said to myself, "Gotta get her fa show!",
Stepped up to her on my plan approach
and said Hey Little Lady Please Give Me Your Name
and

[Chorus]

Watup there Shorty, Lookin’ Sexy in your jeans now Shorty,
Got me actin’ like a feen there
Shorty, So girl won’t you come and be my Shorty. (be my Shorty)

[Repeat]

[Verse 2]

For da first 5 minutes she was sweatin’ me,
but I could tell that she liked the way I sagged my
jeans, I said sweety you wanna come and take a ride wit me,
Told my boys that she could be da one
for me, So I said baby can I be da man you need,
Holla at me mommy if you feelin’ me,I wispered in
her ear and she smiled at me,
I said hey little Shorty won’t you be my girlfriend.

[Chorus (2x)]

[Lil Fizz:]

Cadidy and pretty just how I like ‘em,
When a girl talk mess she always down to fight ‘em, Thug
a pill da’s real, She don’t say how she like yo what’s da deal?,
Girl da pop colla, she make her
own dolla, She don’t like a Benz she like a 6 I’mpala,
Wanna hold her own stick, When Pop’s is
home, Tote to da prom, and Say she love me in a sexy tone.

[Chorus 4x]

Watup there Shorty?……Got me actin’ like a feen there Shorty,….
Be my Shorty.
Yeahhhhh, yeah yeahah, Jeans there Shorty,
Be my Shorty. (be my Shorty)
Watup there Shorty, Lookin’ Sexy in ya jeans there Shorty,
Got me actin’ like a feen there
Shorty, So won’t you come and be my Shorty.
(be my shorty) Come On, Come On

[Chorus]
We Out.

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Shorty (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

It’s certainly true, there’s better things to do
and though I don’t know everything
I wouldn’t tell you anything if I did.
The last time I saw you act like this
we were kids.
What am I to do?
My heart goes out to you.
Over reacting, over again …
just between friends.
What am I to do?
I won’t come between you two.
What was I to do?
I gave it.
What was I to say?
I gave it all I could.
How was I to know?
I bet you’ll never find another friend like me.

Shorty (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Strider]
It’s the way that you move
The way you grind
The way you groove
The way you blow my mind
The way I want you to be mine
Its my prime
Escalades with weighty on the side
Break it down, sit down unwind
To bling like this it aint a crime
Check it
My style is off the hook
New range in the book
Action undercovers in this came I play the crook
I’m causing maniac, got you shook
Shorty take another look
And leave with me this time is mine
We’re rollin out lets make it grime
[Krazy]
Oh what a night
I could have died
I’ve never seen a honey looking so right
The way you move
Your making moves
I love the way you shake your body like Beyonce
I think you know I wanna rol
I’m asking shorty where it is she wants to go
Tell me what I gotta do if I wanna get next to you
[Bridge]
All I wanna do is just take a ride
And show the boys what I got in the passenger side
Yeah
I wanna make you my baby
It’s the thought of your lips just kissin on me
Back seat of my jeeps where I wanna be
Yeah
So wont you be my baby!
[Chorus]
Shorty
Tell me what you wanna do
Shorty
Cos I like the way you grind and move
Shorty
Baby come on what I gotta prove
Tell me how your feeling me
Cos I really wanna get with you
Shorty
Come on girl what you gotta loose
Shorty
Aint no lies babe I speak the truth
Shorty
Hurry up chick I’m leaving soon
Tell me what I gotta do I really wanna get with you
[Spike-E]
I flow to the beat as if I’m the drums
I’m grinding on you as if you’re the one
Im sitting in a click of 10 so you wanna know where I am son
Gonna hit a black benz plus some girls plus some action
I see this girl in a low cut pink dress
Im thinking to myself I might show interest
I wanna bring her ova show her how a weighty soldier gets down
It’s late night but it’s far from over. Ho!

[Bridge]
All I wanna do is just take a ride
And show the boys what I got in the passenger side
Yeah
I wanna make you my baby
It’s the thought of your lips just kissin on me
Back seat of my jeeps where I wanna be
Yeah
So wont you be my baby!
[Chorus]
Shorty
Tell me what you wanna do
Shorty
Cos I like the way you grind and move
Shorty
Baby come on what I gotta prove
Tell me how your feeling me
Cos I really wanna get with you
Shorty
Come on girl what you gotta loose
Shorty
Aint no lies babe I speak the truth
Shorty
Hurry up chick I’m leaving soon
Tell me what I gotta do I really wanna get with you
[Melo-D]
I’m so melo no one else compares
Im thinking about getting on you tonight
Gonna take you somewhere
Where we could
Maybe be alone
Slip into the zone
Coz I’ve been watching you
And now my mind won’t leave you alone
I never though a girl could completely take over my mind
It’s insane the way my brains got you locked inside
But for real though
I never felt like this before
But you should know
My feelings for you will stay pure
[Rocky]
Jumpin in my hummer mumma
Lets do a runner runner
Go on a shopping spree
at gucci prada an dolce gabbana
You say you got a man
But you don’t understand
There aint no baby gonna love you like rocky can
[Flava]
We can roll around
May be hit the town
But maybe baby I can show
You how we get down
[Krazy]
So baby tell me whats the deal if I wanna get next to you babe
[Chorus x2]
Shorty
Tell me what you wanna do
Shorty
Cos I like the way you grind and move
Shorty
Baby come on what I gotta prove
Tell me how your feeling me
Cos I really wanna get with you
Shorty
Come on girl what you gotta loose
Shorty
Aint no lies babe I speak the truth
Shorty
Hurry up chick I’m leaving soon
Tell me what I gotta do I really wanna get with you

Shorty (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

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Shorty (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Tone aka Trackmaster]
So I told shorty I be producing, I be making those beats
Be making those hits, ya know
So I told her my name, My name is Tone
She said “Town!!”
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me

[R. Kelly]
TRACK-MAS-STER

[Jay-Z]
We see you Tone
Tone the referee
We see you, baby

[R. Kelly]
C’mon Shorty
That nigga Hov

[Jay-Z]
Holla

[R. Kelly]
Yall niggas don’t understand

[Jay-Z]
Uh-uh, they dont understand
Flow for’em
No lemme sing for em
Just sing for’em

[R. Kelly]
Check It
Mr. Kell
Its like this, some of yall niggas got, legs for lips
Running ya mouth mad cuz I, pop that Cris
Go up in 3-10, and cop that six
Then roll around with yo cheeesseee
Some of yall niggas mad cuz I drop these hits
Thug ass nigga, on some, R&B Shit
Now that shit done fucked around and, made me rich
And, For those of you who don’t like it, yall can suck my “Uhhhh!!”
These honies to my suite like I’m, the Pidi piper
Body ass, hitin high notes, like they Mariah
Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire
She be like “Wooooooo”, and I be like “Wooooooo”
When her tides got high, fuck it Ima Don
Runnin late for the studio, fuck it I’m bout to come
Dress cold at club fuck it Air Force I’s
Said I wouldn’t mention Sisqo, fuck he’s a bum
Ally boom, buaya, Hit you with the right hook
You be like, what the fuck was that
Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo
Nigga yall best shit can’t even fuck with our demo’s
Shorty

[Chorus 2X: R. Kelly]
From New York on to L.A. (Shorty)
Chi-Town we freak the night away (Shorty)
Miami all the pretty girls (Shorty)
We know chicks all around the world (Shorty)

[Jay-Z]
Shorty, what yo name is?
Shorty, who yo man is?
C’mon and make moves with a dude who move cane
Like a old man, you know who game this is, Young Hov
Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll
I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday
Back to L.A.
This aint rap, this is real, I could trip and have a meal
In three hours ma the streets will be ours (Wooooooo)
Shorty, I got something for you, Wouldn’t give a chick a dime before
but now I wanna spoil you
Shorty, The trips to the gucc shop, getcha cooch hot
How bout I do a helipads on the roof top
Shorty, Ya hella rag, your my rock star Shorty
Heres my number shit, you don’t gotta to call me
Shorty

[Chorus 2x]

[R. Kelly]
I’m chillin in my 4.6, at the light
5 o’clock in the morning, been drinking all night
And, Plus I’m high, but it aint over
4 slim bodies scooped me in a wide body rover
Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa
For all you R&B so called playas, I’m bout to coach ya
Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha
Tounge all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her
Its The Best Of Both Worlds, stickin ya in the “uhhhhhh!!”
Put ya hands up like it’s money in the air
We bout to rip these charts like Zorro Blade
So hot your gonna need a cold glass of lemonade
To all my real live niggas, that shoot dice and play spades
In a nice crib, word up, drinking the Maid
On the rizel my nizel, that nigga Jigga is the dizel
R. Kizel in the hotel swizel’s chicks on the mizel’s

[Chorus 2x]

Shorty

Shorty

Shorty (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Tone aka Trackmaster]
So I told shorty I be producing, I be making those beats
Be making those hits, ya know
So I told her my name, My name is Tone
She said “Town!!”
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me

[R. Kelly]
TRACK-MAS-STER

[Jay-Z]
We see you Tone
Tone the referee
We see you, baby

[R. Kelly]
C’mon Shorty
That nigga Hov

[Jay-Z]
Holla

[R. Kelly]
Yall niggas don’t understand

[Jay-Z]
Uh-uh, they dont understand
Flow for’em
No lemme sing for em
Just sing for’em

[R. Kelly]
Check It
Mr. Kell
Its like this, some of yall niggas got, legs for lips
Running ya mouth mad cuz I, pop that Cris
Go up in 3-10, and cop that six
Then roll around with yo cheeesseee
Some of yall niggas mad cuz I drop these hits
Thug ass nigga, on some, R&B Shit
Now that shit done fucked around and, made me rich
And, For those of you who don’t like it, yall can suck my “Uhhhh!!”
These honies to my suite like I’m, the Pidi piper
Body ass, hitin high notes, like they Mariah
Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire
She be like “Wooooooo”, and I be like “Wooooooo”
When her tides got high, fuck it Ima Don
Runnin late for the studio, fuck it I’m bout to come
Dress cold at club fuck it Air Force I’s 
Said I wouldn’t mention Sisqo, fuck he’s a bum
Ally boom, buaya, Hit you with the right hook
You be like, what the fuck was that
Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo
Nigga yall best shit can’t even fuck with our demo’s
Shorty

[Chorus 2X: R. Kelly] 
From New York on to L.A. (Shorty)
Chi-Town we freak the night away (Shorty)
Miami all the pretty girls (Shorty)
We know chicks all around the world (Shorty)

[Jay-Z]
Shorty, what yo name is?
Shorty, who yo man is?
C’mon and make moves with a dude who move cane
Like a old man, you know who game this is, Young Hov
Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll
I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday
Back to L.A.
This aint rap, this is real, I could trip and have a meal
In three hours ma the streets will be ours (Wooooooo)
Shorty, I got something for you, Wouldn’t give a chick a dime before
but now I wanna spoil you
Shorty, The trips to the gucc shop, getcha cooch hot
How bout I do a helipads on the roof top
Shorty, Ya hella rag, your my rock star Shorty
Heres my number shit, you don’t gotta to call me
Shorty

[Chorus 2x]

[R. Kelly]
I’m chillin in my 4.6, at the light
5 o’clock in the morning, been drinking all night
And, Plus I’m high, but it aint over
4 slim bodies scooped me in a wide body rover
Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa
For all you R&B so called playas, I’m bout to coach ya
Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha
Tounge all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her
Its The Best Of Both Worlds, stickin ya in the “uhhhhhh!!”
Put ya hands up like it’s money in the air
We bout to rip these charts like Zorro Blade
So hot your gonna need a cold glass of lemonade
To all my real live niggas, that shoot dice and play spades
In a nice crib, word up, drinking the Maid 
On the rizel my nizel, that nigga Jigga is the dizel
R. Kizel in the hotel swizel’s chicks on the mizel’s

[Chorus 2x]

Shorty

Shorty