Sinking (Deluxe)

Solo (Reprise)

TAPE II : THE MEANS (Interlude)

Will probably delete this as it's super rough and unpolished but just thought I'd post it and see if anyone wants me to finish it.

Clean Bandit & Marina - Disconnect [Coachella Remake] **Rough WIP**

𝓜𝓲𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝓒𝔂𝓻𝓾𝓼 - 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 (𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸)

Call Me Mother (Cover)

Afterglow

Co-written by Karina Giselle, Saint Noelle
Produced, mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Niko Rain this a hit
D-D A DOUBLE L A
Everyday is the same
Red bars, in flame
I can’t do anything wrong
According to the hall of fame
Get on my track, if you want
But I bet you can’t keep up
Pen is hot, it burns
Chase the beat, without turns

I pop shit, no smoke
I talk shit and vogue
My crew we go rogue
Weed A1, got that coke
You call us them drug lords
Vinewood, no gun laws
In this game, I’m the kingpin
Imma shoot 'em up, alongside Ming

Baby I’m dressed to kill
In my car, popping wheels
Cyber letric, mobile
Made in motherfucking steel
Publicly, I keep it real
This no movie, Kill Bill
Competition, it’s a deal
Let me get on my murder trip

I can be a cunt and a bitch
Depends on the mood, that’s what it is
All these wannabes trynna call me sis
Girl we ain’t related, trust me I insist
I know bitches mad that I don’t need to split the tab
Luxury restaurant, eating high class crab
Limo outside, while they taking cabs
Not on my level, can’t get to my pedistal
I’m the princess, I already instated that
I can be miss Quinn, taking bitches out with a bat
Riding Harleys in a Hawaii, and that’s on Perry
This ain’t a fantasy, word to Carey
They like to discredit me, not working Bebe
Female rapper, who said I can’t sing too? Honey

Bitches mad, bitches sad
Put them in a trashcan
Bitches mad, bitches sad
Leave their skin full of rash
B-bitches mad, bitches sad
Put them in a trashcan
Bitches mad, bitches sad
Leave their skin full of rash

Going on a trip, to murder bitches
Slap hoes when they ask, like we birthing bitches
I came from the bottom, rags to riches
Now they wanna bottom me, so I top these bitches
I’m giving lobotomy, call me a doctor
Imma break their backs, like a chiropractor
Debut single flopped, and the label dropped her
Bitch I’m the Prada Dalla
You the motherfucking copper
In a girl group, bitch I would be the center
No STAR5, I judged and was the mentor
Forgot about me? You need a refresher
Got platinum hits, got sales to measure
Imma lazer these hoes, word to Major
Island, you a rock and I’m the treasure
Breaking cuffs from cops, cheap dumb ass tasers
Already shot these bitches, didn’t need no chaser
Pretty like barbie
Skinny like Hadid
Reviving bitches careers from the dead
Mercy

I pop shit, no smoke
I talk shit and vogue
My crew we go rogue
Weed A1, got that coke
You call us them drug lords
Vinewood, no gun laws
In this game, I’m the kingpin
Imma shoot 'em up, alongside Ming

Baby I’m dressed to kill
In my car, popping wheels
Cyber letric, mobile
Made in motherfucking steel
Publicly, I keep it real
This no movie, Kill Bill
Competition, it’s a deal
Let me get on my murder trip

Let me get on my murder trip
This a murder trip

Murder Trip

Diana's NEW single titled CUNT shows a different side of her, a sexier, hotter, badder side. Exploring this new genre Diana dives into a brand new sea of musical opportunities and possibilities.

Lyrics:
On the freeway being cunt
While he's rolling me a blunt
In the races always front
You can stay fucking mad
You can stay fucking mad
You can stay fucking mad
Por la calle yo vuelo
Ni quiero tocar el suelo
Yo ganaré este duelo
You can stay fucking mad
You can stay fucking mad
You can stay fucking mad (Mad)

I wanna dance with you hot body (Body)
Then drive home in the Maserati (Maserati)
During the drive I'm getting naughty (Aha)
When we're home Imma crawl on your body (Rrr)
I love how you always keep me on style (Mwah)
Those bitches have me on speed dial (Yah)
They hate me so much they're in denial (Mhm)
My man so hot they want a trial yeah (Oop)
I'm Diana bitch, you can't try me
If you wanna play, bitch, get a fucking puppy
You think you're the shit... please
You pay my fees
The delusion's real please, go and flee
Your my fucking fan, so fucking psychotic 
Your man in my dm's, you can't tell me nothing
Gucci, Fendi, Balenciaga, is what he buys me
You're so fucking jealous bitch
Stop bluffing 

On the freeway being cunt
While he's rolling me a blunt
In the races always front
You can stay fucking mad (mad)
You can stay fucking mad (mad)
You can stay fucking mad
Por la calle yo vuelo
Ni quiero tocar el suelo (suelo)
Yo ganaré este duelo (duelo)
You can stay fucking mad (aah)
You can stay fucking mad (ooh)
You can stay fucking mad
On the freeway I'm being cunt
While he's rolling me a fucking blunt
In the races I'm always up front
You can stay mad the time that you want aye
The time that you want
The-the time that you want
The time that you want
The time that you want bitch

CUNT

Diana Cortez

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