Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Campfire Story , by - DC The Don. Release date: 19.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Campfire Story |
| No, no, no, no |
| Come and party with the gang, live this life now |
| She ain’t wanna fall in love with this lifestyle |
| You ain’t know you fell in love with a rockstar, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| (Ayy, this is a Trademark production) |
| She ain’t know she fell in love with a rockstar |
| Bitch, I’m going fast, I hit the drag in my NASCAR |
| Gucci tiger stripes, this shit come straight from Madagascar, yeah |
| Met a shawty yesterday now I’m her father, yeah (Yeah) |
| And I gotta keep a stick, Harry Potter, yeah |
| Bitch, don’t flock around the gang, you’ll get slaughtered, yeah |
| Dropped her now she teachin' you the lingo that I taught her (Ooh) |
| Dropped her, she still flexin' with the Louis that I bought her |
| Dropped her and this time this shit is real, I ain’t gon' call her |
| I’m finna go retarded, uh |
| Pull up, now it’s time to get started, uh |
| Foenem in this party, uh |
| DC in this party (Yeah) |
| We all in this party (Yeah) |
| We gon' turn it up (Ooh) |
| I don’t want no problems, get your bitch, she tryna fuck (Yeah) |
| Please beware lil' shawty, this shit can get real ugly |
| Swear you niggas dusty, I told that boy, «Don't touch me"(Oh yeah, yeah) |
| Going so hard, they wanna bust me (What?) |
| Lil' George been up off that dro, he smokin' musty |
| I still beat the brakes up off her when I’m rusty (Yeah) |
| And I know I’m hella late, but girl, don’t rush me |
| You not that important |
| I can’t ever chase no bitch 'cause I don’t wanna crease my Jordans |
| I been going too fast, great road vision, don’t crash |
| When you see me, no mask |
| And I’m in a black Jag, but you knew this |
| Boy, you don’t want problems, you ain’t stupid (Huh?) |
| I call up big Marco, he gon' slide down with them toolies |
| Yeah, she just fell in love with my music |
| She like Trademark and DC, we gon' do this (Yeah) |
| Ayy, this the renegade, had me wounded |
| Damn girl, you so clueless (Yeah) |
| Champagne, ice included |
| I’m out with the dawgs, I ain’t talking, no, muted (Yeah) |
| I’m fucked up, it’s so confusing (Huh?) |
| What’s wrong with your heart, girl, that shit is diluted (Yeah) |
| You really can’t talk and this shit came to it (Yeah) |
| Ayy, keep this shit a hundred, you ain’t think I could do it |
| And oh yeah, I kept this shit one hundred (What?) |
| So I don’t care how you thinkin' you view it |
| Oh yeah, been dreaming 'bout something |
| So I damn near go had to pursue it |
| And oh yeah, to the world, I’m the rudest |
| Girl, these positive vibes is exclusive |
| And oh yeah, butterflies in her stomach |
| Now a nigga can go reproduce it, oh yeah |
| Fuck your problems, girl, we gon' meet the sun, sun, yeah |
| Fuck your knowledge, girl, we finna land like one some day |
| She said, «Boy, you so solid, fuck around, you could change the world some day» |
| Let me pop my collar, ayy bruh, just chill, we gon' go number one some day |
| (Haha) |
| Some day, yeah |
| Now she crying in the club because they playing my songs |
| Baby, this is my song |
| Yeah, I’m in the club, they playing my song |
| (Yeah) |
| yeah, yeah |