Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hello DC!, artist - DC The Don.
Date of issue: 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 |