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Lyrics
[Verse]
Jamarion posted, shadows in the corner creep,
Money stacks taller, skyscrapers in his sleep.
Hoes flock like pigeons, gold chains swing deep,
Trigger finger itching, secrets that he keep.
Bentley rollin’, chrome wheels kiss the street,
Bullets hum melodies, hollow tips speak.
Clock ticking, ops slipping, the beef ain't sweet,
Diamonds in his grill, his smile cut sleek.
[Chorus]
Hoes, money, guns, Jamarion’s throne,
Came from the gutter, now he sittin' on his own.
Hoes, money, guns, the empire he sown,
Crown on his head, yeah, the king’s well-known.
[Verse 2]
Pistol in his lap, mind sharp as a cleaver,
Loyal to the hustle, no time for deceivers.
Cash countin' fingers, feel the paper fever,
Enemies vanish, like smoke through a reefer.
Hoes call him daddy, they addicted to the shine,
Money rivers flowing, watch 'em twist and wind.
Guns sing soprano, they echo through the pine,
Jamarion the maestro, conducting every line.
[Bridge]
Heard whispers in the night, plotting on his life,
Hoes in the kitchen, stash under the knife.
Money in the safe, with a Glock by the light,
Jamarion prepared, never caught in the strife.
Details
GeneratedDec 10, 2025
Duration1:47
LanguageEnglish
Style
trap, bass-heavy, atmospheric, hard-hitting, rap
Credits
Prompt byWizardSolar291
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Make me a rap trap song about hoes money guns and a guy named Jamarion
