Gudda Gudda - I'm A Star lyrics

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Gudda Gudda - I'm A Star lyrics

[Intro] OG Big Rankin Two fifty plus My n***a DJ stick a bush It's a cla**ic, n***a! This one of my hottest tape for 2014! [Hook: Shy Glizzy] Yesterday I was standing on the block We went through, a couple n***as got shot We got away, had to hit it on the cops Now today I'm a motherf**ing star Yesterday I was standing on the block We went through, a couple n***as got shot We got away, had to hit it on the cops Now today I'm a motherf**ing star I'm a star, I'm a star, I'm a star! I'm a star, I'm a motherf**ing star! I'm a star, I'm a star, I'm a star! I'm a star, I'm a motherf**ing star! [Verse 1: Shy Glizzy] Glizzy Glizzy, I'm a motherf**ing star Ridin 'round with that f**ing AR Praying I don't have to pull this b**h apart And send a ba*tard right to his f**ing pa What you write? b**h 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! [Verse 2: Flow] Holy sh**, ran in the mix and almost pop my chain I get higher than a staircase, rob a n***a bare face If I ain't got my pistol, b**h, I gotta use my shank You can send me to Angola, I would do my time with Frank Like Glizzy said, free the gang, yep, all my n***as crooks Trying to beat the case myself I'm still gonna put some on your books And buy all ya n***as Js, some retro number ones Swap kicks under the table in the visitation room Real n***a though, play p**y get f**ed like a gigolo All my n***as locked up lones, snitch n***as pop at home We got that audio dope, b**h take it or leave it f** taxing on bricks, b**h, we're taxing on features [Hook] [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] Yes, I am a star, I said I am a star Pull up in the hood in my new car and they in awe Standing near the stove, bout to whip me up a brick That's why I whip it, whip it, whip it till I whip another whip! Glizzy gang and L.A.T, 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 .44? 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! [Hook]

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