★ intro ★ Imma rockstar forever, it's part of my image Souf, gb, krashhh
★ chorus ★ Imma rockstar forever, it's part of my image, deposit at bank, 'finna hit up the dentist It's a off-white lil' hoodie, and my chain on tennis, i might krashhh on a nigga, this shit ain't a gimmick Bring the rage on the stage, yeah, i'm motherfuckin' trippin', tell that bitch i get paid, so no way i can listen Shit, i'm faded not jaded, i'm turnt up in memphis, fuck yo' bitch i got laid, so that make her a sinner
★ verse ★ I be drip in the cold, yeah, i'm lovin' the winter I done gave her some wood, like a nigga a splinter No gymnasium shit, but a nigga had bend her All them favors and shit, dawg, we really not with 'em Havin' flavor and shit, so these niggas be bitter No dababy and shit, fill the vibes in the sprinter They be hatin' and shit, got me all on they mental No debatin' with bitch, like a coach, she blow whistle No debatin', my pistol gon' blow like a missile I'on put em in songs, so you know i ain't diss em She pulled up with a thong, and i gave her a whippin' She be suckin' on me in the benz that she whippin' Gotta stay on my qs, i'on like to be slippin' Gettin' money all day, shit, i really be flippin' Yeah, i fucked her so good, to the car, she be skippin' And i'm sippin' that wock', slide through atlanta, i ride with my knock Slide through atlanta, i ride with my glock, go to space in these moon boots, like pills i just popped Gotta' watch the backdoor, gotta' keep that bitch locked With the hoes in the back, for lil' souf, they gone flock Not an athlete, but these hoes, they stay on my jock If you testin' this shit, we gon' make sure he mopped If you testin' this shit, we gon' wipe 'em with mop ★ chorus ★ Imma rockstar forever, it's part of my image, deposit at bank, 'finna hit up the dentist It's a off-white lil' hoodie, and my chain on tennis, i might krashhh on a nigga, this shit ain't a gimmick Bring the rage on the stage, yeah, i'm motherfuckin' trippin', tell that bitch i get paid, so no way i can listen to Shit, i'm faded not jaded, i'm turnt up in memphis, fuck yo' bitch i got laid, so that make her a sinner
Soufside Dre - Forever Party Rocking! {intro} Krashhh (tonight, yeah) Yeah (have a good time, yeah yeah) Uh uh (lose your mind) Yeah (yeah, have a good time, turn up) House tonight (turn up)
Soufside Dre - The Fund Raiser Jesus boy look at you People call me the fund raiser They call me that cause thats what i do I raise funds Weapon Weapon
Soufside Dre - D3MN (Wake up f1lthy) Gang Yeah Souf Krashhh Kidd Came in the game and im lit as a bitch Bitch i smoke out the bag i dont
Soufside Dre - Ankle Pop {Intro} Gang, buh, buh I just fucked my ankle up Yeah, yeah {Chrous} I just fucked my ankle up Did the 100-yard dash, had to chase me a bag
Soufside Dre - No Texting Superstar i make her faint Bad bitches they face i paint Grabba leaf i smoke that dank Backwoods i go insane Stuck with the bros give a fuck bout the fame Doing this shit
Soufside Dre - Hot Hot {Intro} Yeah, Souf (Walk in this bitch, and I'm hot, haha) Krashhh (Haha, walk in this motherfucka' hot, haha) Hm, hot hot ({?})
Soufside Dre - Diamonds & Pearls {intro} {?} Round of applause of krashhh x (p on the beat, you know it's a hit) Every time, i wake up, and i'm sick of the world, yeah, i wake up and
Soufside Dre - Soul Talk {intro} Yeah (p on the beat, man, you know it's a hit), hmm, krashhh {long hook} I'm all in houston, but nigga from south of atlanta Pourin'
Soufside Dre - Jada {intro} Yeah, we goin' up today, man, we got steak, all the goddamn beer you wanna motherfuckin’ drink- ribs, lobster tail, ahh-oh man, we got good cases of motherfuckin' crab
Soufside Dre - Paychecks Over Sexxx {intro} {?} (thats my baby dre) yeah, gang, gang, gang, gang Hollywood, hollywood souf, what they talm' bout? {verse 1} Bad bitch,
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Deandre Shields-Walker is an American performing artist, songwriter, and producer from Atlanta, Georgia.