Ghost Rider
DC The Don
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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 F*ck 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 f*ck, 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!
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Written by: ANDREW STEWART, DAIJON COTTY DAVIS, DANNY LEE SNODGRASS JR., JABRIELLE RAEL BROOKS, JUGRAI LAYAL
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