Cover of Confronted by Valentine Dalla (feat. Naomi Scott)
Performed by Maia-Jade Osette and Alana Reviews.

Maia-Jade Osette & Alana Reviews - Confronted

This song was created for the open verse challenge for STAR 5.

Song originally made by BIMBOS and Don Dolph

Bricked Up - BIMBOS (feat. Regina Parnsip)

Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Warning
All Slutronic Citizens
Report to base
Warning
Slutronic City is under attack
Be God with you all

(Incoming)
D A L L A

Slutronic
Eyes, are open
Talent, bionic
Super, sonic
This that, new new
Purse from Miu Miu
You know I chew, chew
With my looks
Apart of future fashion books
Dangerous woman, dressed in black
For her man, she gon' attack
Mansion full, full of plaques
We drive double r’s, not cadillacs
Delicious is my cake, you know that I’m serving
Can break the internet, just by twerking
Off in a chase, on these cops I be swerving
Ass out, tits perky
They all observing

Let me make myself very clear
Face to face, I’m always real
Business aside, fuck what you feel
Forever famous, I won’t starve for a meal

We're ready for attack (Tack, tack)
We going real hard (Hard, hard)
Harder than a rock (Rock, rock)
We are superstars (Superstars, superstars)
We are who we are

Violation, of my own creation
I be going double tap
On their heads, red dot pop
Hanging with the homies
I be like, ayo wassup
Don’t mess with my crew
Or we going for that headshot
My crowds too full, bitches start to headpop
Brand new collection, I’m about to quick cop
Valentine Dalla, you know I stay on the top
On the charts, of my man, riding his dick like a BMX
Sex, sex, sex
My songs are always about sex
I’m just confident with my body
You worry about rent
Rich fat ass
I make them bills fade in a flash
Disappear, in a blink
In my car, I do the dash
Trynna come for me?
When they more hairy than sasquatch
Play in my team, assured win
MVP of the match

Let me make myself very clear (Clear)
Face to face, I’m always real (Real)
Business aside, fuck what you feel (Feel)
Forever famous, I won’t starve for a meal

Soldiers
We're ready for attack (Tack, tack)
We going real hard (Hard, hard)
Harder than a rock (Rock, rock)
We are superstars (Superstars, superstars)
We are who we are

Attention
This album is not for fragile people
It can break your ego
So please, be careful

In my way, in my way
Impossible
You gotta pay, gotta pay
It’s natural
Who do you think you are?
You’re just another mole
Pack your bags, cause I’m not gonna react
Uh, you think you did something there?
Coming for the it girl, totally fair
About your presence, I don’t really care
I shine in the room, all you do is stare

Ready, ready
Ready for attack
Ready, ready
Ready for attack
Ready, ready
Ready for attack
Ready, ready
Ready for attack!

Ready for attack

Ready For Attack

Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

They call me mama
Gotta lotta sons, I don't know who the papa
Dancing on his dick, I'm doing the cha-cha
Top female rapper, I bring all the drama (Pow)
Hydra with the bob, looking like Cleopatra
Viper I can hiss, scaring hoes with my mantra
I'm the new classic, call me Lady Patra
Ain't my way, change partners, Sinatra
I can read you bitches like a book (Like a book)
Once I clock you one by one, you're shook (You're shook)
Why you worrying about me, and how I look?
Bitch I do myself, that's why I always cook
Cook cook cook, Dalla the chef
My music's too loud, got you bitches going deaf
In the game I'm number one, fuck the rest (Fuck 'em)
That bitch talking crazy, cause I am the best

Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

Bitches be biting, like they have rabies
After I joke, they crying like babies
Be a real bitch, and act like a lady
Keep using the bus, while I drive my mercedes
My money going blue, like I'm shopping at Tiffany
Flexing these bands, you know I'm Public Enemy
Your man depressed? Baby I could be the remedy
One night stand, there's no need for therapy
Bitches follow me, cause I am the leader (Uh)
They kissing my ass, they're bottom feeders (Uh)
Wishing they could get in my new two seater
Poor shilas, they're the students, I'm the teacher
Perfume I wear, that's aromatic
Men smell me, fall in love automatic (I'm hot)
Can't get enough of this face, they're fanatics
If you got a big dick, meet me at my attic (Muah)

Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again (Eugh)
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan (Sit down)
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk (Yeah)
That's my motherfucking real talk (Ah-ah)
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

Real Talk

Scandal- Patty Fooze

High Heels

Originally performed by Carlos Edwards 
Covered by Melody Hart (Live from STAR 5)

im so scared (Live from STAR 5)

After Popular demand I'm releasing my cover of 
My Kind Of Heaven Is You by Saint Noelle
@saintnoelle
(Hope you enjoy if you listen Saint ;W;) 
HERE YOU GO

My Kind Of Heaven Is You Cover

for funsies and i know im not a vocalist STFU!!! jk

he wanna put them lil fangs on this neck
he want it in the car on the boat in the jet
said he wanna see the blood when it drip on my chest
i gotta give it up imma do it the best
cause you know i make it bounce to the double bounce, bet!
im tyin' the knot he tie me to the bed
come and get it all, eat it til the the sheets turn red
my knees to the ground put that crown on my head like, uh!
if you want a taste come and suck up
and pin it down tell me and ill do it til the sun up
we chillin' overseas im overseein what you done up and the ice so nice on my body like its polar
bodies on the ground bodies on the floor
body on your body body rock some more
getcha fix feel up psychotic
naomi scottin' these bitches i got it

BITE COVER <3 (carlos edwards)

Original by Carlos Edwards 
Produced by Niko Rain
Mixed by Zoe Marie

BITE - Carlos Edwards (Cover)

Lyrics

we’re sat face to face fucked up on your bed again.
the only time you’ll touch me is when we’re high,
and it breaks me how you don’t love me when we’re sober,
but I’ll pretend I’m convinced when you lie.
I’m lucky your love comes pressed in milligrams,
but once you come up you come back down.
In reality when you feel me lay beside you,
suddenly there’s no love to be found.

god I miss the summer, and it’s gentle weeks
always shotgun, always you and me.
now it’s winter and you won’t even 
look at me! look at me! just fucking look!
but you always hit me right there,
be my nightmare.
Used to see your charms,
but now only see blank stares.
this is going nowhere.
fucking nowhere 

and you’ll take me down tonight.
I’ll intoxicate all the pain away,
and the method isn’t right,
but it works today.
who cares anyway?
and you know I’ll be your daily fix for free.
as long as you never let go of me.
I’ll be your pill, 125mg tonight.

At the party we’re just co-existing.
you tell everyone you came alone,
and I see you sat on the couch with your friend adam,
and I just wish that I would’ve stayed home.

god I miss the summer, and it’s gentle weeks
always shotgun, always you and me.
now it’s winter and you won’t even 
look at me! look at me! Just fucking look
But you always hit me right there,
be my nightmare.
Used to see your charms,
But now only see blank stares.
this is going nowhere.
fucking nowhere 

and you’ll take me down tonight.
I’ll intoxicate all the pain away,
and the method isn’t right,
but it works today.
who cares anyway?
and you know I’ll be your daily fix for free.
as long as you never let go of me.
I’ll be your pill, 125mg tonight.

I’ll ruin your brain when you ruin mine.
how do we know when we’ve both crossed the line?
you call me saint but a saint wouldn’t cry tonight, tonight.
look at the mess that we’ve made with us two.
this we can’t just blame on substance abuse.
how have we lost when there’s nothing to lose? tonight, tonight.

im so scared (Live from STAR 5)

MELODY

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