I'm a Star (feat. Flow & Gudda Gudda)

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I'm A Star
 Shy Glizzy
 Ft: Gudda Gudda & Plow
 OG Big Rankin
 Two fifty plus
 My nigga DJ stick a bush
 It's a classic, nigga!
 This one of my hottest tape for 2014!
 Yesterday I was standing on the block
 We went through, a couple niggas got shot
 We got away, had to hit it on the cops
 Now today I'm a motherfucking star
 Yesterday I was standing on the block
 We went through, a couple niggas got shot
 We got away, had to hit it on the cops
 Now today I'm a motherfucking star
 I'm a star, I'm a star, I'm a star!
 I'm a star, I'm a motherfucking star!
 I'm a star, I'm a star, I'm a star!
 I'm a star, I'm a motherfucking star!
 Glizzy Glizzy, I'm a motherfucking star
 Ridin 'round with that fucking AR
 Praying I don't have to pull this bitch apart
 And send a bastard right to his fucking pa
 What you write?
 Bitch it's Glizzy gang over every god damn gang
 Hey flow! Say he got the flame
 We gonna go blow out his brains
 Perfect aim! I'm convinced, don't need no God damn range
 *Menace to Society* I feel just like got damn Caine!
 Holy shit, right in the mix and almost pop my chain
 Make it higher than the stuck kids, rob a nigga bare face
 If I ain't got my pistol, bitch, I gotta use my shake
 You can send me to Angola, I would do my time with Frank
 Like Glizzy said, free the gang, yep, all my niggas crooks
 Trying to beat the case myself, I'mma still gonna put some on your books
 And buy all ya niggas Gs, so retro number one
 Swat kick under the table in the visitation room
 Real nigga though
 Play pussy get fucked like a gigolo
 All my niggas locked up lones
 Bitch niggas pop at home
 We got that audio dope, bitch take it or leave it
 Yeah, fuck tax and old bricks, bitch, we're taxing on feature
 Yes, I am a star
 I said I am a star
 Pull up in the hood in my new car and[?]
 Standing near the stove, about to whip me and...
 That's why I whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it till I whip another whip!
 Glizzy gang and LA team, we do this for the streets
 Same clothes for five days, I've been hustling all week
 Have a thing for 12-5, 25 for the whole book
 Full pot sitting under fire, that's how the stove look
 Hit it with the fork, can I hit it with the fork?
 And I hit it with the soda, watch me come back with the scorch
 Youngest on the porch and they're looking for the locks
 I get money and I'm gone, definition of a boss!

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Song Details

Duration
04:19
Key
7
Tempo
135 BPM

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