Star - Tizzy

My girl shines so bright, I swear to God that she’s a star

How I wonder, how I wonder how you are

If I push this button I know it’s gon' start this car

I’m so high, I need a first-class flight to Mars

Take me away or free all my niggas behind bars

Free up Tino, free up Zino, that’s on God

I pray for my niggas, whether they worship God or Allah

Stay true to yourself, I swear down you’ll go far

The studio way too jumpy

Bro in the trap with cats and junkies

You told me that place smell funny

I said come to the stu, make money

I performed to like a crowd of twenty

Half of who, attention didn’t even pay me any

That just got me mad, now I’m in my bag

Yeah you know that I smoke flavours heavy

I performed for like ten thousand plus

Buss down the nck and watch

Get my bitch anything she wants

VVS, she’s my star on God

Sh a star, what’s your star sign?

Studies, does retail part-time

Hobbies, loves living this fast life

Loves living this fast life