**SONG TITLE: DON PELLEON**
**GENRE:** Afro-Tronic Club Banger
**TEMPO:** 108 BPM
**KEY:** D Minor
**MOOD:** Luxurious, cinematic, powerful, self-aware
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**PRODUCTION NOTES (FOR STUDIO):**
- Beat: Heavy 808s, rapid hi-hats, deep sub-bass, orchestral stabs, female vocal echoes
- Intro: Ambient club sounds — champagne pop, heels on marble, crowd murmur, distant sirens
- Vocal layers: Lead, harmonies, ad-libs, call-and-response chants
- Chorus: Big, chant-style, crowd energy — like a movement
- Bridge: Strip down to piano and spoken word, then build to final explosion
- Outro: Fade with chant and car engine driving into night
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**[INTRO: SPOKEN WORD + FX]**
(Whispered, layered with reverb and ambient club sounds)
Don Pelleon…
Where the bottle pop like a gunshot,
where the diamonds talk louder than the DJ…
This ain’t a club.
This a kingdom.
And we the royalty.
(PAUSE — 1 beat of silence)
BASS DROP
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**[VERSE 1]**
Pull up in the Lambo, tinted like my future,
She in Dior heels, yeah, she walk like a mural.
Bouncer know my name, don’t need no guest list,
Got the VVS drip, yeah, my wrist is a missile.
Bottle service, gold chain on the table,
She dance like she owe me, I don’t need no fable.
From the block to the booth, yeah, the dream got legs,
Now the world watchin’ us like we stars in a Netflix.
Foreign coupe, engine purrin’ like a lion,
Bank account healthy, no prescription for buyin’.
But I keep one hand on the bag, one on the Bible,
'Cause the same night that shine, could turn tragic and fragile.
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**[PRE-CHORUS]**
They pour that lean, but I sip on clean water,
Seen too many kings fade like a cheap tattoo.
I flex, but I check — yeah, I’m smarter now,
'Cause the game don’t love you, even when you win loud.
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**[CHORUS: CALL & RESPONSE]**
DON PELLEON!
(DON PELLEON!)
Champagne dreams in a bulletproof Benz!
(Yeah!)
DON PELLEON!
(DON PELLEON!)
We came from nothin’, now we livin’ in excess!
Strip lights flash, she dancin’ like a vision,
Money talk loud, drownin’ out the mission…
But we rich, we famous, we still got decisions —
Don Pelleon… we shock ‘em, then we be ‘em!
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**[VERSE 2]**
Smashed her in the bathroom, yeah, the stall was lit,
Perfume, passion, a moment we won’t admit.
But I’m not that fool chasin’ highs that kill slow,
Seen my brother vanish just ‘cause he said “yes” to the blow.
I spend, I splurge — Gucci, gold, no limits,
But I save 30%, ‘cause the future don’t visit.
From the trap phone calls to the VIP booth,
I turned pain into power, turned truth into proof.
Now the paparazzi flash when I walk through the door,
But I still hear the sirens from back in the war.
Yeah, we shine like the sun, but the shadows still chase —
That’s why I move with God and a gun in my waist.
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**[PRE-CHORUS]**
They offer that powder, say “just try it once,”
But I’ve seen the fall — it’s never ju
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