Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ECLIPSE, artist - DC The Don.
Date of issue: 19.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ECLIPSE |
Woah |
Yeah, ooh, woah, woah, woah |
Damn, Trademark |
Let’s go |
Basically everyone asking do I got a classic |
I’m dropping another one this year (What?) |
Niggas do well under pressure, but I’m bringing pressure |
I’m 'bout to go dumb or some' this year (What?) |
Ballin' like T-Mac in '04 when he played for Magic |
The number one gun, I’m in tenth gear (Yeah) |
Niggas still tryna be gang, but lil' nigga, you random |
And nigga, we know that you big weird |
Whole lotta gear, whole lotta, whole lotta ammo |
Navy Seal boys all camo |
Playin' the piano, Sosa still playing in my Lambo' |
Feeling Trap Soul goin' Rambo (Yeah) |
You nerdy-ass geeky-ass niggas |
They talking that shit on the Mac while we up in the bando |
Living rent-free in your head while I’m eating my snacks |
And I’m fucking your bitch in my sandals |
These niggas, they weird as a bitch |
I just told lil' bro we don’t fuck with they kind, I ain’t answering |
These rapping-ass niggas keep hitting me asking for features |
But brodie, this shit is unflattering |
Got a big-headed, bitch she imagining (What?) |
Stats too high, this shit is staggering (Yeah) |
Walk through, mute the fucking chattering |
Tool go «gratata,» end his fucking gathering |
I took a chill pill, I’m feeling amazing |
Smoking some loud, I’m a regular patient |
Moving around with a Glock like The Matrix |
Please watch what you say 'cause this shit can get dangerous |
Okay, this chopper don’t miss, it ain’t aimless |
Ayy, lil' brodie, chill out, boy, it’s hella surveillance |
Smoking on gas, big pack in a spaceship |
I’m that nigga this year, I’m just making a statement, woah |
Basically everyone asking do I got a classic |
I’m dropping another one this year (Yeah) |
Niggas do well under pressure, but I’m bringing pressure |
I’m 'bout to go dumb or some' this year (Let's go) |
Ballin' like T-Mac in '04 when he played for Magic |
The number one gun, I’m in tenth gear (Bye) |
Niggas still tryna be gang, but lil' nigga, you random |
And nigga, we know that you big weird (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
I’m too rich |
Clearly, girl, I’m too sick (Woah) |
Woke up mad, tryna get him hit |
Fuck that talking, nigga, what’s his zip? |
Like, damn, he pissed (What?) |
Tryna shoot the boy, damn, he missed |
Bought her OnlyFans, damn, he simped |
Finna fuck around and bust my wrist |
Chopper for lunch, bitch, we serving up dish |
Light skin lil' bitch tried to suck on my dick |
I’m exhausted, I’m holding a ton my wrist |
Ksubi jeans got me feeling a hundred and shit |
In the party with Poudii, we huntin' and shit |
Bought my mama a house, having fun with this shit (Bye) |
With Lil Frosty and Tomi we blunted and shit (Yeah) |
Moving in tune when the money make sense |
Need the front and the back or I ain’t coming, lil' bitch |
I’m taking off, shit, you knew I wouldn’t stay |
I’m still a rockstar, I feel it in my veins |
I asked you voluntary, did you forget that day? |
Oh yes of course you did, that’s why I’m MIA |
Rocketship in a whole 'nother space |
Basically everyone asking do I got a classic |
I’m dropping another one this year (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Niggas do well under pressure, but I’m bringing pressure |
I’m 'bout to go dumb or some' this year (Let's go) |
Ballin' like T-Mac in '04 when he played for Magic |
The number one gun, I’m in tenth gear (Yeah, yeah) |
Niggas still tryna be gang, but lil' nigga, you random |
And nigga, we know that you big weird (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Whole lotta gear, whole lotta, whole lotta ammo |
Navy Seal boys all camo |
Playin' the piano, Sosa still playing in my Lambo' |
Feeling Trap Soul goin' Rambo |
You nerdy-ass geeky-ass niggas |
They talking that shit on the Mac while we up in the bando |
Living rent-free in your head while I’m eating my snacks |
And I’m fucking your bitch in my sandals |
Living rent-free (Yeah), in a grown nigga head (Trapstar) |