Avalay

Grateful

Love Me (feat. Qing Madi)

The Best Thing

What I Want

Shako

Lost socks where do you roam
Are you building tiny homes
Sailing seas or flying free
Come back home to your laundry

The Place We Used to Go

[Intro — Spoken]

Yeah.
Keep your pretty.
I like my love with some bite.
Savage season.
Let’s go.

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[Verse 1]

You got that jawline, fine — but your talkline’s dumb,
Flexin’ in the mirror, boy, you lookin’ like a crumb.
Six-pack and a pout, but can’t hold a debate,
Tryna sell me daydreams, but your soul’s second-rate.

I need a man with scars and a story to tell,
Ain’t impressed by the pose — I want that rebel yell.
Your Gucci belt tight but your brain’s on loose,
Yeah you pretty in a pic, but in person — no use.

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[Pre-Chorus — Half-Sung]

I like ‘em rough and ready, not pretty and pointless,
Fun and steady, not boring and thoughtless.
If you don’t know the basics, how to work, how to live,
Then your life ain’t worth my time, and my time’s what I give.

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[Hook — Sung]

🎵 Hook Melody (sung, catchy and defiant)
✨ “I don’t do pretty boys, nah nah nah,
Give me that rough, that real, that raw.
Keep your looks, I want that mind,
Ain’t no pretty boy wastin’ my time.” ✨

✨ “I don’t do pretty boys, nah nah nah,
Give me that scarred-up heart I saw.
Rough and ready, mind so fine,
Pretty boy, step aside — you ain’t my kind.” ✨

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[Verse 2]

I need grit under nails, I need sweat on the brow,
You the king of your selfie — but you basic, no crown.
You can’t fix what’s broke, you can’t hold my mind,
You a snack for the ‘Gram, I need a feast every time.

You ever loved someone raw? Nah, you love your reflection,
Too busy tweezin’ your brows for a genuine connection.
I need a heart with depth, you just surface-level fame,
Keep your perfect hair, I’ll keep my savage name.

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[Pre-Chorus — Half-Sung]

Rough and ready, not pretty and pointless,
Fun and steady, not boring and thoughtless.
If you don’t know the basics, how to love, how to fight,
Then your life ain’t worth my nights, boy, I live for the right.

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[Hook — Sung]

✨ “I don’t do pretty boys, nah nah nah,
Give me that rough, that real, that raw.
Keep your looks, I want that mind,
Ain’t no pretty boy wastin’ my time.” ✨

✨ “I don’t do pretty boys, nah nah nah,
Give me that scarred-up heart I saw.
Rough and ready, mind so fine,
Pretty boy, step aside — you ain’t my kind.” ✨

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[Bridge — Spoken > Rap Break]

(Spoken)
Y’all wanna hear savage? Let me break it down — listen.

(Rap Break — killer, fast flow)
Minds over muscles, wisdom over gloss,
Keep your filter fades, I’m the realest boss.
Got a crew of kings, scars like battle tales,
Got a man who can build and never fails.

You a mannequin boy — I need a lion in the den,
You a trophy on a shelf, I need a soldier to defend.
You can’t match my fire — you can’t earn my crown,
I’m the queen of the real, so don’t play me down.

(Half-Sung)
Yeah, I said what I said, don’t take it back,
Pretty boys pretty dumb — that’s a savage fact.
If you can’t think deep, you can’t keep my vibe,
So stay in that mirror — I’m out with my tribe.

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[Final Hook — Big Singalong]

✨ “I don’t do pretty boys, nah nah nah,
Give me that rough, that real, that raw.
Keep your looks, I want that mind,
Ain’t no pretty boy wastin’ my time.” ✨

✨ “I don’t do pretty boys, nah nah nah,
Give me that scarred-up heart I saw.
Rough and ready, mind so fine,
Pretty boy, step aside — you ain’t my kind.” ✨

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[Outro — Spoken]

Keep your pretty.
Keep your pose.
I’ll keep my savage.
And my rose. 🌹

I Don’t Do Pretty Boys

𝓢𝖎𝖈𝐤

Verse 1
Every shape got a rhythm, every curve got a code,
I decode ‘em like a poet with the lust I never owed.
From peaches to planets, from pillows to plates,
I appreciate the spectrum like I’m studyin’ fates.

She walk in — time stretch like elastic,
That silhouette? Cinematic, pure classic.
Bounce like a verse, sway like a hook,
Boobs like metaphors, I fill a whole book.

C-cups, D-cups, no cups at all,
Still got me standin’ like I’m five foot tall —
In awe. Big love for the flat backs too,
Baby got back? Yeah, but she got front, too.

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🎵 Hook (sung/floated, melodic):
All of that and more,
From the waist to the smile I adore.
She the dream that glides on the floor,
And I want her name, her number, and more.
All of that and more,
Every shape, every size — I explore.
She’s killin’ in heels, heart at war,
Yeah, I’m tryna get close to the core.

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🎵 Verse 2
She got knockouts — not just the Ds,
Thighs thick like plotlines, twistin’ with ease.
Legs go forever, but her walk got a start,
Each step like a sculpture — pure body art.

Boobs like blessings, but not just the bust,
It’s the whole damn presence, I admire, I trust.
From A to G, the alphabet’s divine,
And don’t get me started on that S-curve spine.

I see soft and strong, petite and bold,
Every flavor of woman is a story retold.
My mind’s a thesaurus, hips I endorse,
From apple to hourglass, baby ride the course.

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🎵 Hook (repeats):
All of that and more,
From the waist to the smile I adore.
She the dream that glides on the floor,
And I want her name, her number, and more.
All of that and more,
Every shape, every size — I explore.
She’s killin’ in heels, heart at war,
Yeah, I’m tryna get close to the core.

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🎵 Verse 3
She struts in heels, the world freeze-frames,
Every dude hold breath, tryin’ to learn her name.
That sway? Hypnotic. That grace? Robotic.
But her eyes got fire, she divine and erotic.

Tight jeans or loose fits, it’s all gold,
It ain’t about the size — it’s the soul she holds.
She got stretch marks? Good. That’s her saga.
Real talk, I don’t chase a mirage or drama.

Slim thick, thick thick, or model-frame,
Every woman got a power, ain’t playin’ no game.
I ain’t here to judge — I’m here to adore,
And trust, when I say, I want all of that and more.

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🎵 Final Hook (with echo ad-libs):
All of that and more, (more…)
From the waist to the smile I adore. (I adore…)
She the dream that glides on the floor,
And I want her name, her number, and more. (so much more…)
All of that and more,
Every shape, every size — I explore. (mmm-hmm…)
She’s killin’ in heels, heart at war,
Yeah, I’m tryna get close to the core. (get closer…)

All of That and More

[Intro – Spoken]
Yeah…
Sugar lips, hips swingin’,
Come closer — I’ll show you what’s drippin’.
Mmm… You ain’t ready.

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[Verse 1]
Slow rollin’ hips like a vinyl track,
Body on beat, no strings attached,
Lollipop lips, cherry-red gloss,
Tongue do tricks, now who’s the boss?

I sway like heat on a summer block,
Eyes lock in, then I pick the spot,
Suckin’ on sweet while the bass go boom,
Watch how I melt all over this room.

[Pre-Chorus]
Lick, twirl, taste — slow motion tease,
Feelin’ that drip run down my knees,
You don’t know what you’re missin’, babe,
Or maybe you do — depends how you behave.

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[Chorus]
Lolli pop — I don’t stop,
Make you wanna watch every time I drop.
Pop sizzle, heat goin’ critical,
When it gets hot, I go popsicle.
I lick… slowly… like a ritual —
My pop-sicle… it’s what happens to your testicles.

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[Verse 2]
Club lights hit while I work this floor,
Bounce to the beat like I own the core,
Freak in the back, saint in the front,
I bring dessert, but I love a good hunt.

Sticky sweet, I’m the treat they crave,
Dip in deep, ride every wave,
Cool on top but fire inside,
Taste me once and enjoy the ride.

[Pre-Chorus]
Lick, twirl, taste — full body spell,
Temptation talkin’, can’t you tell?
This ain’t just a dance, it’s a test —
And baby, I don’t settle for less.

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[Chorus]
Lolli pop — I don’t stop,
Make you wanna watch every time I drop.
Pop sizzle, heat goin’ critical,
When it gets hot, I go popsicle.
I lick… slowly… like a ritual —
My pop-sicle… it’s what happens to your testicles.

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[Verse 3]
Hands on hips while the speakers thump,
Eyes on me when I make it jump,
I don’t chase — I just entice,
Sweet on the tongue, but I bite like ice.

Drip so cold you might get froze,
Till I warm you up with how I pose,
Red-hot lips, cool blue stick,
You get both — now take your pick.

[Outro – Spoken Seductively]
So whatchu want, baby?
The sweet? The freeze?
Come closer.
You already sweatin’…

Lolli Pop, Pop Sizzle

[Intro – Spoken]
They say every love story starts somewhere…
Ours started the second your lips touched mine.
Page one, chapter one—hooked from the first line.

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[Verse 1]
Yeah, your kiss wrote the prologue, now I’m deep in the script,
Heartbeat skippin’ like the pen when it slips.
Didn’t know your name, but I knew that this hit—
Felt like fate just gave me a manuscript.
Gloss on your lips like the highlight reel,
One taste and I knew that the plot was real.
Wasn’t lookin’ for love, I was chill, just coasting—
‘Til you hit me with that openin’ line, so potent.
Now I’m hooked, like a reader on page one,
Ain’t skippin’ chapters, nah, I want every run.
From the blush in your smile to the heat in your touch,
Girl, that first kiss? Too much ain’t enough.

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[Hook – Sung/Soft Melodic Rap]
Kissin’ your lips was chapter one,
Now I’m addicted, can’t be done.
Turnin’ pages, feelin’ blessed,
Every moment, beats my chest.
If love’s a novel, we’re the prose,
Let’s see how far this story goes.
Ain’t no bookmark, ain’t no end—
I just keep fallin’ in again.

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[Verse 2]
Second base? That’s a cliffhanger twist,
Breathless lines in the heat of the mist.
You laugh, I flip, another scene unfolds,
Passion like fire in the margins bold.
Third base deeper—no fade to black,
It’s character arc, and I ain’t lookin’ back.
We movin’ in—new setting, same plot,
Shared toothbrush, same bed, same shot.
You whisper dreams like a future draft,
I reply with vows in a heartfelt craft.
From kisses to keys to a diamond ring,
We the kind of story that forever sings.

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[Hook – Repeat w/ adlibs]
Kissin’ your lips was chapter one,
Now I’m addicted, can’t be done. (Nah, can’t stop)
Turnin’ pages, feelin’ blessed,
Every moment, beats my chest. (Ohh)
If love’s a novel, we’re the prose,
Let’s see how far this story goes.
Ain’t no bookmark, ain’t no end—
I just keep fallin’ in again. (Again and again…)

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[Verse 3]
Now we flippin’ through years like worn-out pages,
From late-night texts to newborn stages.
You in my arms, baby on the floor,
We got plot twists I ain’t seen before.
But I love it, every edit, every messy line,
Real-life romance, ain’t no perfect design.
From chapter one to the epilogue’s glow,
You the one book I’ll never outgrow.
Some stories end, but ours just bend—
Rewrite the rules, then break ’em again.
Forever’s the genre, and girl, you my style,
Every word you speak makes this life worthwhile.

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[Outro – Spoken + Refrain Softly in Background]
If kissin’ you was the first chapter,
Then baby, I’m lost in the series now.
And I ain’t ever puttin’ it down.

Yeah…
You’re the story I was always meant to read.
Word for word… page by page…
’Til the very last breath.

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