She steps through smoke in a latex glow
Heel-to-bass sync at one-five-oh
Strobe cuts diamond on her cheek
Every heartbeat makes the LED leak
Posse in shadows, perfume like napalm
DJ drops low-they snap on program
I don’t chase, I just quantize
Pull her waist in on the one and five
Lip-ring glint says dangerous fun
Sub-bass tongue and the night is spun
No small-talk needed—only groove
Pretty girls sermon—body’s the pews
Clap-sub, bodies hub
Beauty so sharp that it cuts the dub
Skin on skin, mids strip back
G-house gospel runs the trap
Clap-ride, hips collide
Strobe-light flicker on a velvet ride
Pretty poison in my glass
One more drop and we’ll time-lapse
Counter at bar, she pours the neon
Cashmere attitude-dripping eon
Record spins, she owns the beat
Hair-whip snaps on the off-beat cheat
Friends disperse like 8-bit shards
Room reduces to her lip-gloss guards
I lean in-whisper side-chain tight
Cancel tomorrow, let’s remix the night
You can buy the bottle, not the sway
Real queens move with compression clay
Drop reset, kick rebuilt
Love or lust-same fiscal guilt
Pretty-girls-go-low
Clap-sub, bodies hub
Silk meets steel on a speaker nub
Vanish at dawn without a name
Instagram story-pixel flame
Clap-ride, hips still tied
Exit light can’t kill the vibe
Catch that taxi, fade to black
Pretty poison-always back