Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hello DC! , by - DC The Don. Release date: 19.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hello DC! |
| Ayy, see, that’s what the fuck I’m talking 'bout |
| (G, I think we got one) |
| I was just telling Sean, Sean, bro |
| I can’t fuck no basic bitch |
| Stop calling my fucking phone, bruh, I ain’t tryna hear that shit |
| Woke up like a new man |
| Walked outside in my New York Street Vans |
| Like now, it a big man, ayy |
| Get my ex sad, I turned my ass to a big man |
| TSA stopped us in Vegas |
| Too much ice, they can’t believe that we made it |
| Old niggas on my dick, they invaded |
| Just mad 'cause your shit is not bumping, just save it, woah |
| Yeezys, I’m keeping it basic |
| When we stroll through your block, we leaving it vacant |
| I’m an east side nigga, please don’t mistake |
| And your girl sent a text, told her, «Happy belated» |
| Oh my God |
| Rockstar nigga, I live according |
| Need for speed demon, I been roaring |
| I’m on the eway, a thief in the night, bitch, good morning |
| We the type of niggas pull out the ice while it’s storming (What?) |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, tap in |
| Ah yeah, he ain’t know we make it happen (Woah) |
| Ah yeah, you brought a knife, you need a MAC-10 |
| Bop-bop, bitch, goodnight, sweet dreams like Marilyn Manson |
| That boy just made a mistake |
| This my shit, I can’t even decay |
| I’m one hundred, these hoes a disgrace |
| Can you please stay the fuck out my face? |
| Captain save-a-ho, need him a cape |
| In that Lambo', do you want to race? |
| Put my pedal down, smash on the brake, and that kid bought a shark with the |
| grapes, woah |
| How that nigga, he hating from the bleachers? |
| (How?) |
| I’m on the court, and bitch, I still got my heater, woah |
| 24 on the back of my sneakers |
| She was a good-ass girl, I turned her to an eater |
| That money is coming in various |
| This cash got my world on Aquarius |
| Talking down, this and that, it’s hilarious |
| I’m the king of my city, I carry it |
| It was beef so I had to go bury it |
| We sweep through your block like a terrorist |
| Feel like Heath, why the fuck you so serious? |
| Tell that nigga pipe down, boy, you barely lit |
| Hit a bone with a bag, hit it straight from the back |
| Bitch, I’m royal, I need me a chariot |
| Ain’t no cheapskate for you, I ain’t tryna impress |
| I’ma take that lil' bitch to the Marriot |
| Ain’t no playing for keeps, bitch, it’s up and it’s stuck |
| I’m in love with the game, I’ma marry it |
| Hundred guns if he wanted to carry us |
| Me and gang like the fast and the furious |
| He love talking that shit on the 'Gram |
| When I pop out and see him, he really the scariest |
| And your diamonds ain’t blinking enough |
| Boy, you stupid, you should’ve just got it from Elliot |
| Yellow diamonds like piss, I R. Kelly’d it |
| Me and Frosty bringing all of the action |
| John 'bout to pour a four of some medicine |
| Triple-seven, bitch, I told her I’m heaven-sent |
| Big show on a nigga |
| And it’s primetime, I’m way too booted up |
| Told my bro-bro, «Hold on, we moving up» |
| We in the mode, nigga, go ahead and screw it up |
| With my mask on, I feel like Freddy’s son |
| Too many vibes and I said it |
| I think I need me a medic |
| Chilling on nothing pathetic |
| You niggas living pathetic |
| He wanna steal my aesthetic |
| Pull up, I make you regret it |
| Two Glocks, these bitches magnetic |
| We turn your ass diabetic |
| I seen your bitch on my 'Gram |
| She was DMing me but I left it and read it |
| I did your bitch-ass a favor |
| You really my son, this shit is poetic |
| We going 24/7, I’m up through the night, it’s in my genetics |
| I’m in the corner with nobody on me, lil' bitch, I’m shooting like Redick |
| Woke up in this primetime, lil' bitch, let’s do it, yeah |
| Please don’t steal my sunshine, I’m way too moody, yeah |
| Walking through the rain, Rick Owens on me, I’m groovy, yeah |
| I’m stomping in the puddles, big 30 on me, I’m shooting, yeah |
| TSA stopped us in Vegas |
| Too much ice, they can’t believe that we made it |
| Old niggas on my dick, they invaded |
| Just made 'cause your shit is not bumping, just save it, woah |
| Yeezys, I’m keeping it basic |
| When we stroll through your block, we leaving it vacant |
| I’m an east side nigga, please don’t mistake |
| And your girl sent a text, told her, «Happy belated» |
| Oh my God |
| Rockstar nigga, I live according |
| Need for speed demon, I been roaring |
| I’m on the eway, a thief in the night, bitch, good morning |
| We the type of niggas pull out the ice while it’s storming |
| Oh yeah |
| Woah |