Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghost Rider, artist - DC The Don.
Date of issue: 10.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghost Rider |
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! |