Yana

Yana drips power and provocation.

10+

hours of mastery, menace, and molten confidence.

Every move is control made flesh—slick, savage, and laced with seduction. Yana doesn’t just perform; she commands. Every lyric snaps like a whip and purrs like a promise. Every glance says kneel or get out of the way. This isn’t just music—it’s ritual and rebellion. A celebration of the Black woman who wields her pleasure, her pain, and her power like a crown—and never apologizes for making you tremble.

Desire

It’s in the snap of her heels, the command in her gaze, the hush before the first moan of bass. Every word burns slow—lust sharpened to a blade, temptation disguised as authority.

Reinvention

She doesn’t adapt—she ascends. Every bruise becomes brilliance, every fall a fresh throne. Yana doesn’t follow waves—she whips them into shape, building empires out of aftermath.

Fantasy

Velvet chains, red wine, and rhythm that begs for mercy. Silk shadows and silver glances, danger scored in a trap beat. Yana doesn’t chase the dream—she owns the fantasy.

Freedom

Unfiltered. Untamed. Untouchable. Every verse is a verdict, every hook a commandment. Yana doesn’t seek validation—she is the standard.

Yana’s Discography

10+

hours of power, pulse, and pure provocation.

Every era is a transformation—forged in lust, liberation, and liquid gold confidence. Yana doesn’t just make music; she owns it. Each project is a confession wrapped in latex and bass—seductive, ruthless, and unapologetically sovereign.