The first official debut single for Jenny Ondamic from Creampie Creations on Nopixel 3.0
Edited and mastered by: twitter.com/Dualiity_music​ and  https://soundcloud.com/sinjonmusic
Cover Made by: twitch.tv/Malkosean

Lyrics:

Out of breathe puff yo chest
got that braclet on your ankle
word to house arrest.

got the bitches round me all fuckin pressed
stay watchin my pockets while im livin blessed

copped that solid gold gucci crest
while i stay strapped with that black louie dress
these bitches tryna face the queen what a mess
you should hire better ghost writers and lay off the meth..rrrrr

try to match my pace, you need to rest
out of breathe,
lyrical massacre, reap you like im death
red bottom heels stay runnin from the press
out of breathe
this the school of life
and you failed all the tests

im a killer in the game
my bars stay spittin mutha fuckin flames
i got the brains the pen and sex appeal
a mother fuckin murder meal in high heels

got these boys horny like a unicorn
because our bodies got it going on
a freak it the sheets man you cant even tame her
if you cant keep up, reach for that inhaler

runnin the bodies
from some nobodies
ima ghost you
cant find me
so come run up on me
shooters in the camp
they standin behind me
red just like my hair
im leaving em bloody
5-0 run in flooding
 pretty  gangster
drop in gunning
got these rappers running
Im a real bitch there aint no fronting

Your time on the charts is runnin out, tik tok
broke on the street beggin for food, kick  rocks
we'll see you on your knees next week begging please,
glory to the mother fucking cock

try to match my pace, you need to rest
out of breathe,
lyrical massacre, reap you like im death
red bottom heels stay runnin from the press
out of breathe
this the school of life
and you failed all the tests

goin dummy off the brain while you playin
my beats going mental
in the game of rap your pencil but im the stencil

Iaint befriendin  with ya i aint give you no votes
the only time you get fans is when they shooting down yo throat

you couldnt be the queen even if your willing to
because this crown is stuck to my scalp like gorilla glue

J e double n y
sur name stay on da mic
remember my name
because its about to be in the lights

Out Of Breath - NoPixel 3.0

https://twitch.tv/inix

Produced by Yung Fierro

Lyrics video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4jf7_VrPhc

Disclaimer: This is a song for a roleplaying game. The characters involved aren't real. They're played by actors. Please respect the players involved and enjoy the content!

Lyrics: 

Fuck Buddha Lang you weasly little bitch
You ain't no fucking Rooster you a Chicken Little Shit
Punch me in the face then run away like a kid
Try and ban fierro now you dealin with the click

Cuz of Buddha Lang the rooster's rest has got that buddha stank
Tony kidnapped me then called it off scared that Buddha gets spanked
Threatened if I mention your name you know you'd be Buddha smashed
Now you going down the ship gon sink I'll make you Buddha passt

What's this lil boy you scared to even talk to me
Tell your staff to not book me you don't wanna run into me 
Then you hit me and run away like a local bully
This just in: Buddha Lang is a fucking pussy

You can't see the facts I'ma get you some cataracts
Fragile ballsack backed out of a contract
Dressed like a badass can't deal with the contact
Fake aristocrat washed up like a laundromat

Ban yung fierro still your staff wants my autograph
Close the open mic no cuz you don't want the impact
Unleash the demon like my name fuckin lil cap
Buddha Lang so dry he turn pussy into artifacts

Hit me in the comic store that's comical shit
Backing out of deals uneconomical shit
Unstoppable put you in the hospital
See that you a pussy send in the gynecologist 

In hindsight punching me was a goddamn blessing
Cuz it's high time someone teaches you a fucking lesson

Buddha chicken little with the pent up aggression
When you touched my face I felt some virginesque tension
Now you'll never know when we come at you with suppressors
"Please, Yung Fierro" are the last words that you'll ever mention

Chicken Little

Twitch

Chicken Little (Lang Buddha Diss)

MAC RUSTY x LIZ ANYA x YUNG FIERRO - BLING

Letting Go

Ellie x Sana
Lyrics
One two step 
Why don't you follow me 
Hands on my waist 
Slide them down my body 
Let's all dance 
Just take the lead

Do you feel the energy that's Running through the soul 
Feeling kinda tipsy as I listen to this song 
Cant control my body it is moving on its own 
In love with the city I love Los Santos 

I'm here for a good time, 
Not here for a long time,
Turn the music up loud, 
We here to share the good vibes 

So Put your hands on my body, 
As we take a sip of Bacardi, 
Fall in love with top shelf, 
I really love to party, 

Ayyyayaya

Here in the city we like to go crazy 
Put your hands up if you are feeling amazing 
I'm so hot  I cant feel my face 
Feeling alive are you feeling the same
I can feel the energy that's running through my soul 
Feeling kinda crazy as I'm dancing to this song 
Me and Ellie know how to party though 
So move to the beat if you love Los Santos

AYAYA

Sparky X Zolo - Wu-Changs Finest

Here is a new collab with Sparky, find him here: 

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0L5sXPK5fHlRUMCMEtYCnl?si=grIHsXRxRfG8EvAt816Zaw

https://music.apple.com/us/album/wu-changs-finest-feat-zolo/1606538982?i=1606538983

https://www.twitch.tv/sparkykne

People Never Change - Sana x Sparky

Thanks Ray Mond for the lyrics and Ryan for the mixing/mastering!!!! Appreciate yous <333

Happy Birthday April Fooze!!!!

AND THANKS SO MUCH @emilymarieillo FOR THE BEAUTIFUL ART!!!

ITS YA GIRL APRIL

Seaside Anthem - Zolo x Tui (Updated)

Dreaming (Feat. Wiked)

produced and mixed by https://twitter.com/BussinBeats2022
he the real one xo 


they're in it for the clout
i'm in it for the beats, no doubt
bouncin this bitch like a ball, no foul 
if you wanna talk shit, better say it loud
they lookin hella ratchet, see em in the crowd?

i dont got time for the bimbos now
highlight the bitch, she look like a clown 
they pullin a switch, i'll shoot em all down 
they needed a fix, i showed them around 

moving mad now that you're gone 
talking shit on the things that i've done 
i can play chess, i'm the queen - you are the pawns
birds on the track, take those dumbass roosters put em to rest out back 

check this quad kill hat trick plus one no gun yes i'm that bitch 
bimbos tryna suck on tommys dick then wonder why its limp
switched up but they come around for light 
attention seeking bitches right 

i remember when no one wanted bimbos on the stage 
a couple shitty tracks, i dee kay they sound the same
had to wait til pride month to get their taste of fame (taste of fame)
i must admit i dont even know their names (know their names)
got em in my phone, bimbo 1, 2, 3, and 4 
the pink haired one nothin but the prince's fucking whore

[insert bimbos being fake]

so now you're tryna throw shade? okay 
i'm weaving through you bitches like its crouchet oh hey 
call me ugandan knuckles cause i'mma show you the way
your concert profits barely affordin' shrugway 

you can say you did it on your own, 
but i've got harlow on my phone 
told her check the numbers 
run it back, the bimbo blunder
 i know these numbers leave you bitches flustered 
the ep release i watched that shit go under 
you were lookin at your cuts with eyes full of wonder
the profits were so shit we had to hire a fucking plumber
these bitches have no hype after pride month, what a bummer
your daddy should have used a rubber, dumb motherfuckers 

i'mma be honest, i listened to your music
i'm glad you put the lyrics up 'cause i couldn't even hear it
the engineer fucked you up and this a crystal clear hit
your name is like your makeup, and i'mma fucking smear it 
cheerleader lookin havin' ass, where's your fucking spirit 
the bimbos got no class, half - assed fucking music 

you confused bitch
when'd you debut bitch?
dwayne made you huge bitch
bimbos with the loose lip
loose clit, 

you were running round the city for a year bitch
you're acting like i haven't been here bitch 
imma make it clear, bitch 
come here, bitch
say it to my face bitch
showed up on my birthday acting fake bitch
you fake bitch

i know you have no management talent that's why i had to hire kade 
the events that you mention y'all were tryna steal the stage 
hoppin on after headliners, y'all were thirsty for the plays 
i'm a bitch barkin with dogs because our breed is all the same

y'all had four bitches, one track
we went back to back 
on our ones 
had our fun, had that bimbo snack

audacity with sparky 
Wiked , That's That
Bap Bap, Bap Bap
Quad kill that's a wrap

Quad Kill (Bimbos Diss)

Molly Rollin xo