ECLIPSE Lyrics - DC The Don — Paroles de Chansons

PAROLES

[Intro]
Woah
Yeah, ooh, woah, woah, woah
Damn, Trademark
Let’s go

[Chorus]
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

[Post-Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 2]
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

[Bridge]
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

[Chorus]
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)

[Post-Chorus]
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

[Outro]
Living rent-free (Yeah), in a grown nigga head (Trapstar)

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