Ghost Rider - DC The Don

She said you a sophomore, bitch I’m in my second season

Gotta put my jerseys in the raptors right now, DC fuckin' eatin'

I don’t want that shit, he got Ghost Rider in him, he a fuckin' demon

I’m tryna talk, talk, down, tryna add that to my life without my cousin (Yeah)

In LA with my boys, I ain’t in here feelin' nothin'

Why they fuckin' with 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 somethings 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, he a runner (Yeah)

Do the dash on my opponent, 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 it’s like I shorted

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 (Yeah) leavin' (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 A. M?»

(Yeah) I’m in 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 tried to 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’m a have to let it fly

I count dough up with my shawtys, I feel so important

Back in the Mil' on 47th street, I throw up with my shawtys

You know that we runnin' up that shit forever

My niggas made it out that muddy weather

Talk to me with some sense, she know how I get when you use that attitude

But I’m so used to this shit that’s why I’m bulletproof

I’ll never see your soul inside you, I saw what it did to you

It’d been one 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

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, this 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 A. M?»

I’m in 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

I’ma pass, I don’t want it

Bitch got gas, he a runner

Do the dash on my opponent, 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 it’s like I shorted

I should’ve never loved you and that’s why

Puttin' down your drugs too 'cause they don’t get me high

(Lets go)

Yeah, woah

Yes, I’m feelin' this one, woah, woah

Let’s go

Donny!