Lost Song

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

A little extra spice on the OG taco song with Raymundo Ortiz!

Crunchy Love (Feat. Mr. K) Raymundo REMIX

Jackson Creed - "My Home"

The Clownbassadors comin' to town..
Check Scruffy out here https://www.twitch.tv/aintitadam

Scruffy Doodle X Tee Veeman - The Clownbassador

Produced by Sinjon https://soundcloud.com/sinjonmusic
Instrumental by Anywaywell https://www.beatstars.com/anywaywell

LYRICS

chino rolls slow with a drop top
stacking all this money off the chop shop
just shopping bennys off the la  ptop
soaking up the sun in my tank top
putting all the work in over time
stackin money, doing crime
on the land or maritime
im loving los santos summer
chill at poleto all day
deans world wastes the night away
everything going our wayy
guns out we play in the sun
lets squeeze in one oxy run
all the cops we can outrun
los santos summer time is here
chillin out and drinking some beer
rolling in the buccaneer
summer time is here

hey whats up lil mama
double-a comin thru, hot lilke a sauna
smokin on marijuana
ive been glowin up like i have undergone a
transformation anaconda in my pants
rest of the city lookin like some little ants
summer heat got me sittin in my undapants
heat stroke got you laid out like you are in a trance
I see you out here, runnin round looking nice
me and all the homies chill out sellin ice
everybody know that we got the best price
cannonball in the pool splashin everyone one in sight

comin in tha bikini body lookin good
tony's steaks are gettin grilled all up in the hood
burger shot parking lot bumping like it should
im tryna eat four burgers, really thought that I could

Los Santos Summer

Edited and mastered by: twitter.com/Dualiity_music​
Beat Created & Licensed by: Muto 

Verse 1:
Yeah I’m back on my grind,
Had to find some motivation this time, 
Yeah my competition is on decline,
Yeah I made the music scene and it’s mine,

Put some respect on my name, show some appreciation,
Haters be hatin, they think I’m the villain,
They all in day feelins,
My real estate appreciation was great though, was damn near a million,
I’m laughing my way to Paleto bank,
South side is the same old same,

They running they mouth like a faucet,
100 thousand dollars just in watches, 
now I’m flossing , make you nauseous, 
Eyes on me like a watch list,
When I drop a bag, I don’t read the tag,
It don’t matter how much that shit be costin,

There rat bitches can’t hand wit me,
Ridin around in AMG’s,
That’s right yeah you know it’s paid in cash,
You think I got payments don’t make me laugh,

My networth on my neck hurt,
Who-Chang rappers network,
If they didn’t, their views would diminish,
Cuz without em, their music would never get heard,

Most of their music is straight trash,
I’m not hatin , I’m just statin the fax,
I’m not gonna give em’ pats on the back,
Shit if I’m printin they tracks, they payin a tax,
It’s like these kids got an inheritance, these entitled artists are an embarrassment,
There’s no comparison, 
all these who-chang artist thinkin they better than me is nothing straight arrogance, 









Hook:
I am the goat, yeah, I’m in the zone,
Quit, eye my thrown, 
I am a king, yeah, send me the ping, 
and I’ll let it ring,
I am the goat, yeah, don’t want this smoke,
Quit, eye my thrown, 
I did this all on, all on my own,
Cuz, I am the GOAT,


Verse 2: 
Yung Fierro, you best run an audible,
You music is really inaudible,
I couldn’t diss you, even if I broke rules and I went and used meta,
You cheatin, un-achievin’, clout chasing fuckin heathen,
Don’t understand what you speakin,
When you rap on the tracks need to breath in,

I don’t care if you success or not,
Keep runnin’ your mouth and you’ll see this Glock,
Rob my house and I see you,
Then you gonna go back to the ICU,

Look at my body work,
hit after hit, after hit, 
and I didn’t suck any dicks,
All of your songs are a miss,
Including that diss,
you wish you could write like me bitch,

I’m hearing there’s trouble in paradise,
If I had to join Who-Chang I’d roll the dice,
and if I didn’t die, then I’d roll them twice,
Cuz I’d hate my life, shit I’d roll them trice, 

Hey Mr. K all your best artists at Who-Chang don’t wanna stay,
Eventually they all go a stray, I told you so man what can I say?

I got dissed by who-chang, what? 6 times, 
but I can’t recall more than 2 lines, 
All of your views combined,
 pathetically couldn’t even fuckin reach half of mine,


Hook:
I am the goat, yeah, I’m in the zone,
Quit, eye my thrown, 
I am a king, yeah, send me the ping, 
and I’ll let it ring,
I am the goat, yeah, don’t want this smoke,
Quit, eye my thrown, 
I did this all on, all on my own,
Cuz, I am the GOAT,

Outro:
Creampie Creations
You can discredit me on the streets…
But the music game you can’t deny it,
I’m The GOAT

Quit Eyeing My Throne - Outto - Tune Tyrone

Cover of: LOVE YOU EEZY XO
https://soundcloud.com/e2lite/tsunami

Thank you for making awesome music!
Mixing Mastering (HUGE thanks):
www.twitch.tv/bytethebullet
@niko-rain

Wunami Cover

DD, Jenny Ondamic, OTT 
Beat By: https://www.beatstars.com/anywaywell
Edited and mastered by: twitter.com/Dualiity_music​

Dissmantled - DD, Jenny Ondamic & OTT - Creampie Creations

Song By Outto-Tune Tyrone Feat. Arturo
Beat By: Kontrabandz
Mastered By: @dualiitymusic

Lyrics: Yeah
Outto-Tune Tyrone
The next time you're chillin' over on Innocence, it just might not be so innocent.
This is a Creampie Creation, in association with Cop Killa Records
We still in here because we never pulled out cuh

Chorus:
Don't you roll through the barrio
Speedy knows he will bury you
I'm tellin' you, you know that I'm tellin' you
Speedy gonna fucking tell you
They ride in town there ain't nothing like the Vagos

When you see the color yellow
Better not even say hello
They don't wanna talk to you cuh
Unless you give it up the goods yeah

Hey y'all, punto, you better watch where you go
The Family, the Ballers, you can't do shit so don't bother
Speedy El Jefe, better respect him
Cuz if you don't then he gun' catch you with a class 2 weapon
Sprayed so loud it's gonna deafen
Don't worry though you'll be dead in seconds

[Chorus]

IM TELLIN YOU
THE NUMBER ONE RULE
DONT COME TO JAMESTOWN ACTING A FOOL
OR  IM  PULLIN OUT THE TOOL
AND ILL PUT YOU IN A TOMB
well take your dinero and even your shoes
ORALE VATO 
we got soldiers GI JOE
COUSIN HECTOR 
JUANILLLA MARIO
EL JEFE SPEEDY
N THIS ARTURO
but loco n flippy they'll drop you to the floor
this our barrio adios homles
get your stuff getup n go back to your zone
if we catch you in the houses well turn into bones
IM TELLIN YOU! It's EAST SIDE VAGOS

[Chorus]

These bitches on the street do not know who we are man
We the fucking El Jefe of the Vagos man
You better leave my barrio before we jump on you just like Mario man
We the motherfucking Vagos in the streets puto what's up
I'M TELLIN' YOU to leave my barrio

Don't you roll through the barrio
Speedy knows he will bury you
I'm tellin' you, you know that I'm tellin' you
Speedy gonna fucking tell you
They ride in town there ain't nothing like the Vagos
I'm tellin' you, you know that I'm tellin' you 
There ain't nothing like the Vagos 
There ain't nothing like the Vagos 
There ain't nothing like the Vagos

Im Tellin' You - Outto - Tune Tyrone Feat. Arturo

Written By: OTT
Mastered By: @dualiitymusic
Why's it ok when you false FLAG, and you drive TANKS,
and you grind THANGS, 
but when other crews do it , got a problem need to whine and COMPLAIN,
I hate see'n thugs cry it's a goddamn SHAME,

Misfits moved south and you all cried not FAIR,
Held hands, made demands, And yelled carebear STAR,

GSF had are back, and their terms were FAIR,
But Vagos and Leanboys, had somethin  PREPARED,
They false flagged as a Misfit  robbed ANDREWS,
Took his weapons camped my house until I ran THROUGH,
Tony, Curtis, Mike and some other random DUDE,
Planted the PD weapon on me man that shit was  RUDE,

If it were me, and I had done that to YOU,
You'll would have lost your damn minds and you know it is TRUE,
Your own rules don't apply to YOU,
You only bring them up as a crutch, cuz you cucks don't know how to fuckin LOSE,

Wuchang records went and signed the fucking GOAT,
you all wanted  Old TT well here you GO, 
Now I got the tec 9 aimed at your COAT,
nothin savin you now  not even 8 bricks of coke, CUH

I'm ruthless, we can square up I'll leave you toothless,
you wouldn't dare take this fight
cuz you know you'd would lose it,

Times running out , Tik Tock,
I bet it's hard running flippy, with them flip flops,
I always see your salty ass laid at pill box,
 strapped to an IV, bitch drip drop,

Speedy you war'n in the Hermes every damn day,
Trying to convince everyone that shits not a TANK,
 4v2 at my house Yesterday and you got SPANKED,
And flippy cried like a bitch screaming "you gone PAY!!"
Yeah OK, Mr.excuses. it's the samething everytime that your little bitch ass LOSES,


Chang gang's got the Skittles caged in like rats,
Call the lean boys a smartie, we eat the red ones last.
and the yellow ones get passed, and go right to the trash,
The skittles gang don't stand a chance now and that's just straight facts,

It's ironic leans bankin' off that taco booth, 
When Tacos laying you out alone making bankin' off you,

You sloppy ass pussies lookin like lunch meat,
Saabs trademark should be him him slumped in a front seat,

Come on Curtis we know you ain't no damn demon,
The only money shot you take is Vagos semen,
I guess I'm gonna have to start pocket cleanin'
We're up 3 tuner chips in this Tellatubby season,

Ellie, this life isn't for you,
The Lean boys quick to ditch ya when it's a 5 man crew,
Shit I would too,  this is long past due,
you should have been the one to fail in Buddha's old crime school,
Y'all holding hands just to get by,
South side lookin more like the hair off of Takeshi 69.

I miss the old Eugue what's gotten into you,
You've seen a lot of wars, but this you won't see through,
If you wanna be extra lean you gotta trim the fat
So tell Ellie and Eugene that they gotta fall back,

Lang if you want static
You know we got them automatics
when you're not around, we been clappin and blasting your boys asses,

The politics in the souths a damn joke,
I had enough of being Southsides scapegoat,

Yo Turbo, set up the meetin, change their Banadas to skittles
so got snacks for the upcoming season,

Better belive it, after this the souths gonna change,
cuz were just so damn tired of the same old same,
 
They bully on, and do no wrong, fucking suck each other off,
Oh my god, 

They just so motha fucking  strong, We should all aploud,
If they coming after you, nothing you do,
Oh their coming after me, How can this be,
It's only gonna be another win for OTT...

Dissmantled - DD, Jenny Ondamic & OTT - Creampie Creations

OTT

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