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5a58619856bb94a301c02504ce24628fefbab9e90c9530be950b0f103a71a63f

Prompt:

A stone-cold drug dealer, dripping with Migos/Lil Baby swagger, Pop Smoke’s gritty growl, and mumble rap’s slurred haze, narrates the tale of a magnetic femme fatale, her, commanding his neon-lit penthouse scene. This luxury rap trap banger, with earth-shaking 808s, razor-sharp hi-hats, and woozy drill synths, paints her surreal allure, fueled by whispered “shh,” urging her to keep the vibe relentless. Ludicrously mismatched luxury brands—Gucci scuba tanks, Maybach flippers, Rolex curtain rods, Louis Vuitton toaster ovens, Chanel snow globes, Prada snorkels, Hermès chandeliers, Balenciaga spatulas, Versace rollerblades, Patek Philippe sleeping bags—clash with “shh” stashes in a dead-serious flex of designer mismatch comedy heaven. Tone: Grim, cinematic, club-ready with unrelenting intensity. Lyrics: She glides in his Bugatti, Gucci scuba tank gleamin’. Intro: Over stark piano and drill bass: “She owns the night, mmm, glow don’t fade, woo.” Verse 1: She moves, Rolex curtain rods shinin’

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Description:

The image depicts a magnetic female character, possibly a drug dealer, in a luxurious penthouse setting. She is wearing a hat and sunglasses, and the scene is illuminated by neon lights. The environment is filled with mismatched luxury brands, such as Gucci scuba tanks, Maybach flippers, and Chanel snow globes, creating a surreal and alluring atmosphere. The character appears to be in control, urging the viewer to keep the vibe relentless with a whispered "shh." The overall tone of the image is grim, cinematic, and club-ready, with an unrelenting intensity.

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Lyrics:

Title: Neon Temptress
Tags: Trap, Drill, Luxury Rap, Mumble Rap

Intro:  
She owns the night, mmm, glow don’t fade, woo  
She moves like a ghost, in a shadow parade, uh.  
  
Verse 1:  
She glides in the Bugatti, Gucci scuba tank gleamin’,  
Rolex curtain rods, like the stars, they’re screamin’.  
Maybach flippers, flexin’ on the street,  
With a Patek Philippe bag, yeah, that’s a flex so sweet.  
  
Pre-Chorus:  
Chanel snow globes, icy like her stare,  
Prada snorkels, lookin’ like she don’t care.  
She whispers “shh” – keep the vibe on repeat,  
Femme fatale magic, put ‘em all in defeat.  
  
Chorus:  
In the penthouse glow, yeah, she’s pullin’ the strings,  
Hermès chandeliers swingin’, in this world of kings.  
Versace rollerblades, yeah, she’s movin’ through time,  
Balenciaga spatulas, the rhythm’s divine.  
  
Verse 2:  
Her laugh’s a venom, feel it pierce through the air,  
Louis Vuitton toaster oven, luxury everywhere.  
She commands the space, every eye’s on her play,  
She keeps the world rollin’, the DJ fades away.  
  
Pre-Chorus:  
“Shh,” a whisper that holds the whole city in trance,  
Vibe’s relentless, she’s in charge of the dance.  
Rolex curtain rods, still glowin’ bright,  
In her world of gold, she owns the night.  
  
Chorus:  
In the penthouse glow, yeah, she’s pullin’ the strings,  
Hermès chandeliers swingin’, in this world of kings.  
Versace rollerblades, yeah, she’s movin’ through time,  
Balenciaga spatulas, the rhythm’s divine.  
  
Bridge:  
Diamond breathin’, ice in her veins,  
Her allure’s a drug, call it chemical reigns.  
With every step, she bends time and space,  
She’s the queen of the night, feel the heat in her chase.  
  
Outro:  
“Shh,” she says, now the world’s at her feet,  
In this neon dream, it’s a luxury beat.  
She owns the night, mmm, glow don’t fade, woo,  
Her kingdom of chaos, where the vibe stays true.