Lyrics
[Intro – breathy, sultry whispers layered]
Mmm…
I don’t ask, I take what’s mine
High heels, gold chain, ass so fine
No permission, baby, I’m the vibe
Catchin’ stares while I sippin’ on my lime
(Yeah, bitch…)
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[Verse 1 – smooth, sassy, low-toned]
Told ’em, don’t touch unless you payin’
Neck on chill, whole clique slayin’
Talkin’ that shit? I’m celebratin’
Trophy type, fuck your validation
I’m the one, not the one you finesse
Got my nails sharp just to cut through stress
I don’t do lines, bitch, I manifest
Silk dress, thick thighs, fuck the rest
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[Pre-Chorus – airy harmony, slight whisper]
Money long like my hair in the wind
Every room I step in, I win
I don’t chase, I attract, it begin
Let the bass hit heavy on the skin
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[Chorus – bold, belted with layers]
No permission, I move how I wanna
Drop it low then I rise like lava
No permission, bitch, I’m the drama
Sweet like sugar, but I bite like piranha
No permission, I glow in the night
Spin like a queen, I don’t beg for the light
No permission, baby, I’m the fight
If you real, then you feel this right
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[Post-Chorus – breathy echo, hypnotic & rhythmic]
Ahhh, I bite like piranha
Ahhh, I move like a sauna
Ahhh, I don’t need a comma
No permission, bitch, I’m the genre
(Uh-huh… no permission, ho…)
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[Verse 2 – trap flow, cocky tone, explicit]
Tell me why these bitches always pressed
Like I ain’t walk in drippin’, fully blessed
Your man in my DMs, obsessed
I ain’t even fuck him, just left him stressed
Lip gloss poppin’, attitude rude
I don’t say sorry, I’m just that dude
Pull up clean, ass out, no shame
Say my name wrong, I’ll snatch that chain
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[Rap Break – fast cadence, ad libs layered: “uh-huh” / “talk yo shit” / “mmm yeah”]
No leash, no label
Big boss at the table
Everything on me stable
I flip cards, no fables
Stackin’ coins, no Mario
Bad bitch run shit like cardio
No cap, I ride like rodeo
And I go where they scared to go
(Fuck it up…)
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[Bridge – dreamy, layered harmonies]
Ride it like waves on a full moon tide
Hands on my hips, eyes on my pride
Yeah, I dance with the beat, never hide
My name on they lips, they can’t lie
[Bridge 2 – breathy harmonies + whispered “shhh” / “don’t speak”]
Late night, I become divine
Head high, I don’t walk in line
They try, but they can’t define
What I do, bitch, that’s all mine
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[Final Chorus – stacked vocals, dirtier drums, more attitude]
No permission, I move how I fuckin’ please
Rollin’ deep, throwin’ hips with ease
No permission, I’m the tease
Make ‘em beg, drop ‘em to they knees
No permission, I’m the fire
No cap, I’m the one they desire
No permission, bitch, I’m the vibe
If you hatin’, better step aside
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[Outro – sultry fade-out, ad libs like “mmm bitch…” / “you wasn’t invited” / “no permission”]
No permission…
You just caught the ride…
No permission…
I don’t ask, I decide…
Fuck you mean?
Style
poplatin popenglish
Credits
Prompt by
chulani
chulaniGeneratedJul 12, 2025
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