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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

"who gives a fuck about a god damn grammy?"

(willie d)
Yo, flav, i give a fuck about a god damn grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won’t hand me one
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes to award time
Niggaz be standin on the god damn sideline
I’m loadin my nine, cause i got a lotta grudges
I’m bout to take out the judges
Willie d won’t shit cha but hit cha
Take a look at the overall picture
Every year its the same old story
Same faces, same kinda gories
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where’s my god damn trophy?

I’m under a microscope, for the songs i wrote
Cause the ganksta of love don’t scapegoat
I tell it like it is that’s why they don’t ban me
I ain’t tryin to make nobody happy
I’m from the streets so i kick it for the ghetto
I can’t talk about shit i don’t know
Your whole vocabulary’s baby baby baby
That’s why you so god damn crazy
And it should be a crime
One sucka gets nominated 5 or 6 damn times
It ain’t that he’s better than the rest
It’s just a damn popularity contest
Or a bribe or a favor
Motherfuckers make a speech and they think that they major
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where’s my god damn trophy?

(award host)
"and the winner is george strait"
"for best female vocalist, reba mcintyre"
"most appearances made after death, elvis presley
The king couldn’t be here due to illness
So to accept his award on his behalf, we have grateful dead"

It ain’t what you know, it’s who you know bro
That’s why i’m not on your radio and your video show
It’s gettin kinda hectic
And i still ain’t kissin no ass to be accepted
They finally gotta category for rap
But don’t blink cause you’ll miss it in the format
And if you follow my suggestions
9 times outta 10 you see some country western
They need to have willie d on that stage
Pumpin his fists like this and gettin bliss
With md-20 20
Or the 40 o-z wit the rest of the gb
I’m tired of your boring shows
I make your stuck up ass audience say ho!
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where’s my god damn trophy

(award host)
"and the winner is randy travis
And guns and…hey what the?"
(willie d)
"get the fuck outta the way
Get your ass out the god damn way
Yo man, the real motherfuckin winners is
The god damn geto boys for most fuck words in a song
The bitch killa of the year grammy goes to
That nigga you love to have ice cube
The nasty ass group award goes out to 2 live crew
The high roller of the industry award goes out to ice t
The pro-black grammy goes out to public enemy
Cause they too black and they too god damn strong
And we gonna give the lip-sync god damn motherfuckin grammy
To those punk motherfuckers, milli vanilli"

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Trophy (Letra)

Geto Boys

Geto Boys

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Sioux: vocals
Severin: bass
Budgie: drums
Mcgeoch: guitar, ellaphone.

Headhunters, headshrinkers and long distance runners dust gathers on momentoes-dust gathers on proud moments young voices grow thick and old
The cheers are distant wearing thin

Chorus:
Take it to the wall
To be hung on the wall, to be viewed by all a tribute in the grand hall

Yes they’re locked away or polished every day for the maintenence man-in the back of a van oh young voices grow thick and old
The cheers are distant wearing thin

(chorus)

Bring yourselves out from your showcase parties but you’ve been shut away too long
You’ve been shut away too long
Frightened faces in the rain
Misplaced features run down the drain
Oh wash away and start again

(chorus)

Trophy (Letra)

Charli XCX

Charli XCX

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I wanna win
I want that trophy
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo) I want that trophy
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo) I want that trophy
Yeah bitch, I’m here to take that crown
Make you move it up and down
Pull up, pull out the tangerine dreams
Step out of that limousine
We walk in and we flossy
Your B keep it bink and we bossy
Hey, it’s like I told you so, number one
Take the crown, shut it down, ‘bout to steal the show
Shooting star, I’m a boss, Marilyn Monroe
All the girls ‘round the world, now we in control
All the girls ‘round the world, one, two, three, let’s go
Take the crown, shut it down, ‘bout to steal the show
Shooting star, I’m a boss, Marilyn Monroe
All the girls ‘round the world, now we in control
All the girls ‘round the world, one, two, three, let’s go
I want that trophy
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo) I want that trophy
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo) I want that trophy
Bitch, I’m here to fuck you up
Wanna make your bottle pop, ooh nah
I’m ‘bout to drop, looking like “wow”
We spending cause we got this
These dollars all in my pockets
I’m like a diamond in the sky, so high
Bitch, I’m here to fuck you up
Wanna make your bottle pop, ooh nah
I’m ‘bout to drop, looking like “wow”
We spending cause we got this
These dollars all in my pockets
I’m like a diamond in the sky, so high

Take the crown, shut it down, ‘bout to steal the show
Shooting star, I’m a boss, Marilyn Monroe
All the girls ‘round the world, now we in control

All the girls ‘round the world, one, two, three, let’s go

I want that trophy
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo) I want that trophy
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!

(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo) I want that trophy

Throw it up
Throw it up
Throw it up
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo, woo) Throw it up!
(Woo) I want that trophy