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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Silk suit
Gold ring
Boot heel tapping on the concrete
You move
Street king
Every side eye says they know me
Dark room
Back door
You smell trouble in the perfume
Slow blink
One smile
Whole damn table giving you room
[Chorus]
Velvet grip on a powder keg
Baby
You make danger look so fly
Every step got a price on it
Maybe
But you still walk that line
Velvet grip on a loaded night
Honey
You pour fire
Sip it slow
Everybody wanna ride your thunder
But they can't hold your glow
[Verse 2]
Black car
Chrome grin
Rearview swinging like a pendulum
Brown skin
Cold gin
Heart beat grooving with the kick drum
Side eye
Card game
You cut diamonds with a side glance
Red nails
Gunmetal
She just asked you for a last dance
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
You got favors in your left hand
Secrets in your right
Names written on a matchbook
Ready for the light
[falsetto ad-lib]
If the city wants a sermon
You the one they send
'Cause every sin you selling
Still feels heaven-sent
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 23, 2025
Duration3:06
LanguageEnglish
Style
funk, Cinematic 70s blaxploitation soul-funk with a 2025 edge; male vocals over stalking wah-wah guitars, lush Rhodes, and a slick, walking live bass. Drums sit in a tight, swinging pocket with crisp hats and dry snares; hook explodes with stacked call-and-response backing vocals and brass stabs. Subby low-end and modern ear-candy FX keep it current while the mix stays gritty and tape-warm., soul, funky
Credits
Prompt by
Wawee
WaweeModelAria v5
Prompt
Cinematic 70s blaxploitation soul-funk with a 2025 edge — wah-wah guitar stalking a heavy, swinging groove, live bass walking slick and mean, tight pocket drums knocking with purpose. Funky -kissed
