DON PELLEON (Pidgin-Blend Version)
Genre: Afro-Tronic Club Banger
Delivery: Calm, cinematic, powerful
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[INTRO: SPOKEN WORD + FX]
(Low voice, calm tone, ambient club sounds)
Don Pelleon…
Where bottle dey pop like pistol,
Where diamonds shine pass DJ light.
This no be club —
Na kingdom.
And we be royalty.
(1 beat silence – then heavy drop)
BOOM!
(Club sounds + 808s kick in)
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[VERSE 1]
Pull up, tinted, like wahala no dey,
Shorty dey my side, her waist be runway. (she bad)
Bouncer nod — “Oga, welcome” — no say na boss,
Chain cold like harmattan, wrist dey shout gloss. (shine!)
Big flex — bottle service, no dey form,
She dance like say na tithe she wan drop.
From trenches we rise, now we dey global,
Netflix levels — no be local vocal. (believe!)
Engine hum like lion, e no dey fear,
Balance my life — na cash and prayer.
One eye for bag, one eye for cross,
‘Cause sometimes na soft night dey end with loss.
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[PRE-CHORUS] (Low melody, clear words)
Dem dey pour lean, me I dey sip water,
Too many don fall, wey start as baller.
I still dey flex, but now I dey reason,
‘Cause street no get love — only season.
(Adlib: Stay woke)
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[CHORUS – CALL & RESPONSE]
DON PELLEON!
(DON PELLEON!)
Champagne drip, bulletproof Benz!
(Skrrt!)
DON PELLEON!
(DON PELLEON!)
From ghetto dreams to million men!
She dey whine like say she get vision,
Money dey talk, but we still get mission.
We dey loud, we dey known, we dey reason —
Don Pelleon… we shock dem, we be the real thing! (Pow!)
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[VERSE 2]
Bathroom action — say na vibes wey flow,
But me no dey chase wetin go slow my goal. (focus!)
Seen guys chop powder, end up ghost,
Street life sweet, but e fit dey toast.
Spend well, save small — e get why,
Designer full body, but I no dey lie.
I dey calculate joy, no be hype,
Turn pain to gold, now I dey write my type.
Camera flash, when I enter room,
But siren still dey my back like boom.
I dey shine like sun, but I dey move smart —
‘Cause even good life fit tear your heart.
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[PRE-CHORUS 2]
Dem say try am — just one line,
But I sabi say one line fit end time.
I dey high on grace, not crack or pill,
Make my pikin shout — “Na legend wey real!”
(Adlib: Na legacy)
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[CHORUS – CALL & RESPONSE]
DON PELLEON!
(DON PELLEON!)
Champagne drip, bulletproof Benz!
(Benz moves!)
DON PELLEON!
(DON PELLEON!)
From the ground up, now we no pretend!
She dey whine like say she get vision,
Money dey loud, but God still dey reason.
We dey chop, we dey cruise, we dey pray —
Don Pelleon… we dey ball and obey! (facts!)
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[BRIDGE: SPOKEN WORD + PIANO ONLY]
I remember days — one plate for two,
Love no true, some babes love the crew.
Boys wey smile, but dey die for thrill,
One line, one puff, no dey end well still.
So now I dey soft —
I flex… but I pray.
I laugh… but I plan.
I dance… but I no forget say I come from sand.
This no be just party —
Na proof say we rise.
(Strings rise, beat builds back up…)
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[FINAL CHORUS]
DON PELLEON!
(DON PELLEON!)
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