

Prompt / Lyrics
Thirty-five. Still that girl. Still that girl. Still that girl. Built my life. Built my world. Built my world. Built my world. He twenty-four with that pretty little smile, Talk real smooth, said I’m different, said I’m wild. He said I’m rare. He said I glow. He said he never felt this before. I made you lit. I made you him. Now you outside acting slim. I made you lit. I made you him. Now you outside Acting like you built this win. I paid the trips. I set the vibe. Late night hands on my waistline. I gave you game. I gave you sauce. Now you moving like a boss. But let’s be real. Let’s be clear. You couldn’t handle grown-up here. You wanted cute. You wanted fun. Not a woman who already won. Your loss. Not mine. Your loss. Not mine. I’m rare. I shine. I don’t decline. Say it louder — Your loss. Not mine. Was I love or just your phase? Just a glow-up in your days? I built the throne you sitting on. Don’t forget who put you on. You don’t miss my body. You miss my level. You don’t miss me. You miss the upgrade. Thirty-five and still elite. Soft voice. Heavy feet. I don’t chase. I replace. I don’t beg. I elevate. Repeat it — I don’t chase. I replace. I don’t beg. I elevate. You wanted young for a moment. You lost grown for a lifetime. You wanted cute for the timeline. You lost real for the lifetime. Your loss. Not mine. Your loss. Not mine. Still that girl. Still that girl. Still that girl.
Tags
Latin pop trap, female anthem, chant hooks, club beat, catchy repeat, confident glow-up energy, bold attitu, dark pop
1:59
No
2/24/2026