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Bee Hive
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bee Hive was released on January 17, 2026 by Junior Organized as a part of the album Bee Hive - Single
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Release DateJanuary 17, 2026
LabelJunior Organized
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM103

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jonathan Harris
Jonathan Harris
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Harris
Jonathan Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rich Mello
Rich Mello
Producer

Lyrics

Aye aye, uh
Flow-flow-Flow so sick, it needed medicine
He-he-healed up quick and doing better than
Get on the bracket, know the coldest keep a jacket, **** sleep too much to wake in my letterman
They looking like, "Is it really the jawn that be coming to put 'em on?
Is-Is he really the one, make 'em get in the zone?"
No matter if you in LJ, ethika or a thong
I promise, being honest, he the hottest one in the ro-o-o-o
The last time i popped out, gave them a taste test
I took the bookings, they got the strait vest
So say less, could never be pressed
Im in control, double back, yes they B pressed
But i d-gress, be blessed, i c-fess i believe im the best
I am that guy, he like why im not he yet
Try to be fly, B O Y aint that tea yet
Skiez never ski-ez
Um, He know that he aint fucking me, right?
Cause, like, he really put the pussy in feline
Be right, if im on the list, he in b-line
Make up with the jawn before i get in my peak prime
Um, He know that he aint fucking with me, right?
Uh, He know he dumb to tussle with me, right?
Like, ill have them **** tapping your feet, light
Have them **** singing like a buzz in a bee hive
Zip it up, really up a carti, feeling buffer like im lifting 'sum
Outside thuggin', im like fuck it is we lit or what
Told the best he need to hit the bottle, we ain't tip enough
I mean we aint lit enough
Told my **** giddy up
Had him hit that backseat
Still i made him T me up
Opp **** i read 'em down
Right before i shut 'em up, for good
Im really from the D E T R O I T, the hood
So i aint never need a **** tell me what i could
And i dont bother worrying about what **** would
But if they need the smoke then im a roll 'em in a wood
And still not higher than the skiez even when **** gone and good
Remember that im a embed it, I married the music, you married a kevin, on god art in heaven
I wake up a ten and you wake up at seven, pursuing my passion, yall waiting around for eleven eleven, aye aye
He know that he aint fucking me, right?
Cause, like, he really put the pussy in feline
Be right, if im on the list, he in b-line
Make up with the jawn before i get in my peak prime
He know that he aint fucking with me, right?
He know he dumb to tussle with me, right?
Like, ill have them **** tapping your feet, light
Have them **** singing like a buzz in a bee hive
His tracks is so whack, get covered in polish
Black on matte black, them **** been garbage
Have them **** singing like a buzz in a bee hive
His tracks is so whack, get covered in polish
Black on matte black, them **** been garbage
Have them **** singing like a buzz in a bee hive
Written by: Jonathan Harris
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