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Yuh
Aye
Aye
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in yo door takin all your fucking shit
Like
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in your door takin all yo fucking shit
Like
All these little bitch boys
Fuck out my face I'm running to the bag
I need all my cake
Little shawty on her back I nut on her face
You don't flip no packs you a little mistake
Get up off my back
Get up off my dick
I don't fuck with no rats
You can eat this clip
Get out of my stack
Get out of my pack
Ima load this Mac
It gonna rip a stick
Fuck with the bum that's your biggest mistake
I got some hittas that need a new rank
Talk on my gang he gonna end up the same
Talk all that shit but you ain't about a stain
Cut up your throat you can choke on smoke
I been cooking up fire they on it like dope
Whip all white and it just like the Pope
Stick all black and it gon take your soul
You cannot fuck with the kid bitch you ain't on my level
We cooking them up and we poppin like kettle
I'm cuttin yo head you get left with a bezel
I'm taking your money your mouth to the metal
Like
Hangin out the window shotgun in my palms I'm high as fuck
Cruisin smokin indo lookin for another stain get left with blood

Yuh
Aye
Aye
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in yo door takin all your fucking shit
Like
Like shut up little bitch
Brodie in the back with his gun up little bitch
Got water on my wrist like I'm whipping in the kit
Ima kick in your door takin all yo fucking shit
Like
All these little bitch boys
Fuck out my face I'm running to the bag
I need all my cake
Little shawty on her back I nut on her face
You don't flip no packs you a little mistake
Get up off my back
Get up off my dick
I don't fuck with no rats
You can eat this clip
Get out of my stack
Get out of my pack
Ima load this Mac
It gonna rip a stick
Fuck with the bum that's your biggest mistake
I got some hittas that need a new rank
Talk on my gang he gonna end up the same
Talk all that shit but you ain't about a stain
Cut up your throat you can choke on smoke
I been cooking up fire they on it like dope
Whip all white and it just like the Pope
Stick all black and it gon take your soul
You cannot fuck with the kid bitch you ain't on my level
We cooking them up and we poppin like kettle
I'm cuttin yo head you get left with a bezel
I'm taking your money your mouth to the metal
Like
Hangin out the window shotgun in my palms I'm high as fuck
Cruisin smokin indo lookin for another stain get left with blood

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Benni Hunnit X LXRY PXNK - Stay With Me

Gone

A Pop-R&B anthem with smooth verses and a soaring chorus designed to lift spirits higher. Emotional yet danceable, this track blends modern grooves with soulful vocals for a truly uplifting vibe. 🌌✨

Lift Me Higher

Lyrics are written by me, vocals and instruments produced with AI.https://linktr.ee/Honybeebaby  I need to get back on it and stop slacking but heres a song Ive been working on recently, supposed to be a mix of funk/ gospel/ r&b. Please let me know what you think, any tips, and what you want uploaded on Spotify! If you could follow me on there I would really appreciate it :) https://open.spotify.com/artist/3p2WcBh7GoZ2KeXxj5MDKW 


Sunrise

We dropped our bags, the search was done – and the skyline started to sing.

What they say about her song:
"It’s the sound of getting lost and being found again – in soul, in kindness, in the city lights."

“29th Floor Hostel” is a groove carved out of exhaustion and joy.
It carries the weight of streets, the circles of searching, the laughter of being carried higher.
Soul meets travel, funk meets tenderness – and every note remembers the old man’s smile, the funny ride, the kindness that became music.

This is not just a song about a hostel.
It’s a soul testimony: that even in the largest city, strangers can lift you,
and friendship can make the 29th floor feel like home.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 KETA.KALI – All rights reserved.

29th Floor Hostel best

Uma Batida envolvente, Onde o Som faz envolver em um nobo reencontro com o Amor 

Prisão - Karevy

Naked

Letters I Never Sent

I was standin’ in the rain, hoodie soaked, heart hollow, no frontin’, no mask, just me and the storm, drained from the inside out. Ain’t no soundtrack, just the sound of water hittin’ pavement, and my thoughts spillin’ everywhere. I wasn’t cryin’, but the sky did it for me. That day, I had nothin’ left, no fight, no fire, just fumes. And still, I stood there, ‘cause sometimes you gotta let the rain hit you, let it wash off the weight, even if it don’t fix nothin’. That’s the moment this track lives in, no hook, no hype, just truth in the drizzle.

PLAY

Standin In The Rain

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Standin' In The Rain

Sometimes your words, they fall like stones,
Heavy on my heart, cutting through my bones.
I know you don’t mean to, but it leaves me undone,
And I wonder if you’re truly the one.

I’ve told you my fears, I’ve spoken them loud,
The nights I felt hopeless, lost in the crowd.
I’ve begged for a man who won’t walk away,
Who’ll fight for my soul at the end of the day.

Sometimes I doubt if you’ll stand when I fall,
If I call for help, will you answer at all?
I’ve longed for someone who’d live, who’d die,
A fire unyielding, a truth that won’t lie.

But even in those shadows, I see a spark,
A steady light glowing out of the dark.
You try to explain, you try to make clear,
And I feel your patience pulling me near.

We are crust and crumb, bitter and sweet,
The rough edges, the softness beneath.
Every fight, every tear that we face,
Still carries the proof of a love we embrace.

I know my words can cut you too,
I speak my feelings, it’s all I can do.
But you never run, you never let go,
You listen, you fight, you let your love show.

And I see you changing, I see you grow,
Becoming the man I prayed to know.
You carry the weight, you open your hand,
And I start to believe, I start to understand.

We are crust and crumb, bitter and sweet,
The cracks and the healing where two hearts meet.
Through all the sour, the sweetness remains,
Love is the fire that softens the pain.

Crust and crumb, broken but true,
Every part of me belongs with you.
Even the doubts can’t silence the song,
With love this patient, we’ll carry on.

Crust and crumb… bitter and sweet…
Every fight still brings me back to your heartbeat.

Crust & Crumb

Violet

believe in us

Twisted Tango

Bunny Hustle (legendary status)

" Musical Journal" is an intimate exploration, a direct window into my inner world, expressed through lyrics. Here, I show no boundaries that words roam freely in my head. My lyrics may not be for everybody. But with that being said there is a little bit of this and that from strange; my battles and feelings with anxiety; the whispers of depression; soaring highs of love, obsession, religion; the warmth of family bonds; even moments of pure goofiness, and so much more.

P.S. I write the lyrics but the music and singing are created both by AI Generated.

Twisted Tango

Selena Moon

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