DC The Don - Ghost Rider lyrics

Ayo, Jug 3 AM
Fucking 3 AM

I just rock that Raf for no reason
My bitch the perfect girl for conversation
(yeah) , but I still get bored (yeah)
And then I end up leavin' (yeah)
Don't push me too far away, 'cause if I go
Too far away, I might not come right back
I'm gettin' even-steven (yeah)
You call me like (What?) "Where you at at
(What?) 3 AM?" (What?) i'm MIA in LAX
(What?) I'm cool (What?) and she just
(What?) keeps on teasin' (Go)
Oh, you ain't know? I got timing on my side
I'm close to Amsterdam right now, like bitch
I'm right up in your region (Yes, sir)

I just turn over for no reason (What?)
She said you a sophomore
Bitch I'm in my second season


Gotta put my jerseys in
The rafters right now, dC fuckin' eatin'
I don't want that shit, he
Got Ghost Rider in him, he a fuckin' demon
I'm tryna tap, tap, tap
Tryna adapt to my life without my cousins
(yeah) in LA with my boys
I ain't been feelin' nothin'
My mind been fucking wit' me too, it's hot
I'm in the oven
See, I'm just a schizophrenic dude, I
Don't do the lovin' or fuckin', or cuffin'
But if we get it down
We can end up with something
If you got a pound, we can run it up
One hundred i know something's going down
I can feel it in my stomach

Got the trap house jumpin'
He a crash, he don't want it
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma pass, I don't want it
Bitch got gas, she a runner (yeah)
Do the dash on my opponents, whoa
I'm way too fast, no he don't want it
(What?) , got the trap house jumpin' (Go)
Bitch, I got that bag, I feel important
Dior house shoes when I walk around
These hoes imported
It's like I should've never loved
You and that's why
Puttin' down your drugs too 'cause
They don't get me high (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I just rock that Raf for no reason
My bitch the perfect girl for conversation
But I still get bored
And then I end up leavin' (yeah, go)
Don't push me too far away
'cause if I go too
(yeah, yeah) far away, I might
Not come right back
I'm gettin' even-steven (Go)
You call me like, "Where you at at 3 AM?"
(yeah) i'm MIA in LAX, I'm cool and she just
(Go) keeps on teasin' (yeah)
Oh, you ain't know? I got timing on my side
I'm close to Amsterdam right now, like bitch
I'm right up in your region

Yeah, and it's all of me (What?)
I'm dead asleep right now
She tryna talk to me
But she didn't know that in my
Dreams I think it's better, no
I ain't tryna wake up next to you
I had to let her go (What?)
And I, i hate it when they try
Spending the night too soon
I don't want you layin' by my side (Go)
I know you're trying to
Live your fucking life, me too
Fuck it, I'ma have to let it fly
I count dough up with my shawtys
I feel so important
Back in the Mil' on 47th street
Throw four up with my shorty
You know that we runnin' up that shit forever
(I can't help it)
My niggas made it out that muddy weather
(We don't give a fuck, yeah)
Talk to me with some sense
You know how I get when you use that attitude
But I'm so used to this shit
That's why I'm bulletproof
I never see your soul inside your eyes
Look what they did to you
It depends what day of the week
But I swear to God that I've been missing you
Don't take my seat, I don't wanna dance
Just leave me alone with a hundred bands
Don't bury me in this town
I wanna die in France
Look at the fuckin' Eiffel Tower
That's a beautiful way to end
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ooh

I just rock that Raf for no reason (Woah)
My bitch the perfect girl for conversation
But I still get bored
And then I end up leavin'
Don't push me too far away
'cause if I go too
(yeah, yeah) far away, I might
Not come right back
I'm gettin' even-steven (Go)
You call me like, "Where you at at 3 AM?"
I'm MIA in LAX
I'm cool and she just keeps on teasin'
Oh, you ain't know? I got timing on my side
I'm close to Amsterdam right now, like bitch
I'm right up in your region

Got the trap house jumpin'
He a crash, he don't want it (yeah)
I'ma pass, I don't want it
Bitch got gas, she a runner
Do the dash on my opponents, woah
I'm way too fast, no, he don't want it
Got the trap house jumpin'
Bitch, I got that bag, I feel important
Dior house shoes when I walk around
These hoes imported
It's like I should've never loved
You and that's why
Puttin' down your drugs too 'cause
They don't get me high

(Rockstar) yeah, woah
Oh, yes, I'm feelin' this one, woah, woah
Rockstar donny!