Superstar
Wala Why Yeah
Yeah
Shooters in the front and I got shooters in the back
Superstar, chilling with some aliens
Talking anything but money make me furious
How do you live life with no paper I'm just curious
How you living with no bread I'm just curious
Talking anything but money make me furious
Push a lot of metal now I'm looking crooked
See my family, reason why I'm happy
Superstar chilling with some aliens
Wala Why I'm the devil call me damien
Superstar, alien
Superstar, I swear I'm an alien
All the pain leave it in the past
All the same learn some from the pain
For the love watch me whipping up the tracks
Paper chase, focus on the racks
Pure gold that will never rust
No hate I don't have no time for that
F*ck the fame skipping all the rats
Hating hard but you know they see me
Always strapped cos some niggas tryna kill me
I never trust who cares if you feel me
On the floor that's just 20 millie
Oh my God thank you for the millies
Better yet God I thank you for the billies
All my whips are sitting low and looking stupid
Talking anything but money make me furious
How do you live life with no paper I'm just curious
How you living with no bread I'm just curious
Talking anything but money make me furious
Push a lot of metal now I'm looking crooked
See my family, reason why I'm happy
Superstar chilling with some aliens
Wala Why I'm the devil call me damien
Superstar, alien
Superstar, I swear I'm an alien
All the pain leave it in the past
All the same learn some from the pain
Settle scores shooters out there killing
Settle scores shooters out there killing
Grinding for the paper I am grinding for the bread
Grinding from my birth watch me grinding till my death
Chase the paper accumulate the wealth
Sell the clothing
Sell the music
Sell the merch
Selling gold bars watch me mine it from the earth
Buying big land digging minerals from the earth
I've got shooters in the front and I got shooters in the back
I got tatted on my face and I got tatted on my back
I go crazy in the streets and I go crazy on the track
First I got the microphone then I said go hard and attack
If you claim you really love me then you gotta have my back
Went and got the Lamborghini then I took it to the track
If she got a lovely ass then you know that I'm gonna smash
If she love me and she loyal imma hit it
If I see it and I want it imma get it
All my whips are sitting low and looking stupid
Superstar chilling with some aliens
Wala Why I'm the devil call me damien
Wala Why - Superstar Lyrics
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Superstar
Wala Why Yeah
Yeah
Shooters in the front and I got shooters in the back
Superstar, chilling with some aliens
Talking anything but money make me furious
How do you live life with no paper I'm just curious
How you living with no bread I'm just curious
Talking anything but money make me furious
Push a lot of metal now I'm looking crooked
See my family, reason why I'm happy
Superstar chilling with some aliens
Wala Why I'm the devil call me damien
Superstar, alien
Superstar, I swear I'm an alien
All the pain leave it in the past
All the same learn some from the pain
For the love watch me whipping up the tracks
Paper chase, focus on the racks
Pure gold that will never rust
No hate I don't have no time for that
F*ck the fame skipping all the rats
Hating hard but you know they see me
Always strapped cos some niggas tryna kill me
I never trust who cares if you feel me
On the floor that's just 20 millie
Oh my God thank you for the millies
Better yet God I thank you for the billies
All my whips are sitting low and looking stupid
Talking anything but money make me furious
How do you live life with no paper I'm just curious
How you living with no bread I'm just curious
Talking anything but money make me furious
Push a lot of metal now I'm looking crooked
See my family, reason why I'm happy
Superstar chilling with some aliens
Wala Why I'm the devil call me damien
Superstar, alien
Superstar, I swear I'm an alien
All the pain leave it in the past
All the same learn some from the pain
Settle scores shooters out there killing
Settle scores shooters out there killing
Grinding for the paper I am grinding for the bread
Grinding from my birth watch me grinding till my death
Chase the paper accumulate the wealth
Sell the clothing
Sell the music
Sell the merch
Selling gold bars watch me mine it from the earth
Buying big land digging minerals from the earth
I've got shooters in the front and I got shooters in the back
I got tatted on my face and I got tatted on my back
I go crazy in the streets and I go crazy on the track
First I got the microphone then I said go hard and attack
If you claim you really love me then you gotta have my back
Went and got the Lamborghini then I took it to the track
If she got a lovely ass then you know that I'm gonna smash
If she love me and she loyal imma hit it
If I see it and I want it imma get it
All my whips are sitting low and looking stupid
Superstar chilling with some aliens
Wala Why I'm the devil call me damien
Wala Why Yeah
Yeah
Shooters in the front and I got shooters in the back
Superstar, chilling with some aliens
Talking anything but money make me furious
How do you live life with no paper I'm just curious
How you living with no bread I'm just curious
Talking anything but money make me furious
Push a lot of metal now I'm looking crooked
See my family, reason why I'm happy
Superstar chilling with some aliens
Wala Why I'm the devil call me damien
Superstar, alien
Superstar, I swear I'm an alien
All the pain leave it in the past
All the same learn some from the pain
For the love watch me whipping up the tracks
Paper chase, focus on the racks
Pure gold that will never rust
No hate I don't have no time for that
F*ck the fame skipping all the rats
Hating hard but you know they see me
Always strapped cos some niggas tryna kill me
I never trust who cares if you feel me
On the floor that's just 20 millie
Oh my God thank you for the millies
Better yet God I thank you for the billies
All my whips are sitting low and looking stupid
Talking anything but money make me furious
How do you live life with no paper I'm just curious
How you living with no bread I'm just curious
Talking anything but money make me furious
Push a lot of metal now I'm looking crooked
See my family, reason why I'm happy
Superstar chilling with some aliens
Wala Why I'm the devil call me damien
Superstar, alien
Superstar, I swear I'm an alien
All the pain leave it in the past
All the same learn some from the pain
Settle scores shooters out there killing
Settle scores shooters out there killing
Grinding for the paper I am grinding for the bread
Grinding from my birth watch me grinding till my death
Chase the paper accumulate the wealth
Sell the clothing
Sell the music
Sell the merch
Selling gold bars watch me mine it from the earth
Buying big land digging minerals from the earth
I've got shooters in the front and I got shooters in the back
I got tatted on my face and I got tatted on my back
I go crazy in the streets and I go crazy on the track
First I got the microphone then I said go hard and attack
If you claim you really love me then you gotta have my back
Went and got the Lamborghini then I took it to the track
If she got a lovely ass then you know that I'm gonna smash
If she love me and she loyal imma hit it
If I see it and I want it imma get it
All my whips are sitting low and looking stupid
Superstar chilling with some aliens
Wala Why I'm the devil call me damien
Writer: Lawrence Mensah
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