Name: you, the city & my heart (LEAK) by saint noelle leaks
Duration: 2 min 50 s
Description: Song for Justin & Teddy's beautiful wedding... LEAKED !

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO MY FRIEND? SHE WILL SUE!?!!?!?!!!

how is this song not popular? it's beautiful.

Song for Justin & Teddy's beautiful wedding... LEAKED !

Electric Nausea

you, the city & my heart (LEAK)

MIA BEYERNS DEBUT SINGLE "SICK THRILL (OF IT ALL)"

PRODUCED, MIXED AND MASTERED BY @NIKO-RAIN

COVER ART BY LEWIS FOX (https://twitter.com/LewisFoxDesign)

[LYRICS]

[VERSE 1]

FLIP A COIN HEADS OR TAILS

YOU LIKE IT ROUGH I CAN TELL

WE CAN GO ANOTHER LEVEL (WE CAN GO WE CAN GO)

GET IN SOME TROUBLE I WONT BAIL (I WONT BAIL)

[PRE-CHORUS]

BABY WONT YOU TAKE A SHOT OR NO?

[CHORUS]

YOU CAN TAKE WHAT YOU WANT

DONT EVEN GIVE IT BACK

KINDA LIKE IT LIKE THAT

THE SICK THRILL OF IT ALL

EASILY LEAVE ME LIKE THAT

DONT EVEN GIVE A DAMN

NO ATTENTION BACK

THE SICK THRILL OF IT ALL

YOU'RE A TWISTED MAN

I'M A DELUDED FAN

THERES JUST NO ELEGANCE

IN OUR SICK THRILL OF A LOVE

A TWISTED MAN

I'M A DELUDED FAN

THERES JUST NO ELEGANCE

IN OUR SICK THRILL OF A LOVE

[VERSE 2]

WE CAN'T SHOW AND WE CAN'T TELL (WE CAN'T TELL WE CAN'T TELL)

ON THE RUN WONT GO TO JAIL (WE WONT GO, NO)

WE CAN FUCK DONT NEED NO LABEL (WE DONT NEED NO)

FLIP THE SCRIPT IM HEAD OF TABLE

[PRE-CHORUS]

BABY WONT YOU TAKE A SHOT OR NO? (BABY IM NOT PLAYING)

[CHORUS]

YOU CAN TAKE WHAT YOU WANT

DONT EVEN GIVE IT BACK

KINDA LIKE IT LIKE THAT

THE SICK THRILL OF IT ALL

EASILY LEAVE ME LIKE THAT

DONT EVEN GIVE A DAMN

NO ATTENTION BACK

THE SICK THRILL OF IT ALL

YOU'RE A TWISTED MAN

I'M A DELUDED FAN

THERES JUST NO ELEGANCE

IN OUR SICK THRILL OF A LOVE

A TWISTED MAN

I'M A DELUDED FAN

THERES JUST NO ELEGANCE

IN OUR SICK THRILL OF A LOVE

[OUTRO]

I KNOW THAT I...

I WANT YOU SO BAD

SICK THRILL (OF IT ALL) (PROD. NIKO RAIN)

Mixed & mastered by @niko-rain
Produced by: Sheepy Kid

Lyrics:

Driving down the highway in my sports car
Always number 1 , yeah I'm a star
Might need a pit stop, you bitches could really stop (Oops)
Fill my NOS tank, at the tuner shop
Post a pic, make em sick
You want some road head? I'll give you road head

Always look around, never go to town
Yeah I'm in my 2 door car, yeah I'm starting it now
Yeah I'm with my clique, haters talking shit
You bitches don't know us, how bout shut the **** up

Got my car keys, now unlock it
Rev my engine, to show off in
Sexy cars and sexy girls is what you want, so don't deny it
Drive all through Los Santos with my girls, we poppin pills and potions

Never gonna stop, never gonna drop, Haters gonna hate, Yeah thats
a mistake
No you can't relate, I'm sitting in the front seat now I'm in the backseat
got my new foreign car, that'll get you really hard
Yeah I'm dripping really hard, got my new bently car
Ay ay ay, its Brittany Hendrx bitch (Mwah)

Always look around, never go to town
Yeah I'm in my 2 door car, yeah I'm starting it now
Yeah I'm with my clique, haters talking shit
You bitches don't know us, how bout shut the **** up

Driving down the highway in my sports car
Always number 1 , yeah I'm a star
Might need a pit stop, you bitches could really stop (Oops)
Fill my NOS tank, at the tuner shop
Post a pic, make em sick
You want some road head? I'll give you road head

Always look around, never go to town
Yeah I'm in my 2 door car, yeah I'm starting it now
Yeah I'm with my clique, haters talking shit
You bitches don't know us, how bout shut the **** up

So lets ride
Turn on the engine
So lets ride
Come on and drive
Dr -Dr- Dr- Dri -Dri- Dri- Drive
Dr -Dr- Dr- Dri -Dri- Dri- Drive
Dr -Dr- Dr- Dri -Dri- Dri- Drive
Come on and drive

Always look around, never go to town
Yeah I'm in my 2 door car, yeah I'm starting it now
Yeah I'm with my clique, haters talking shit
You bitches don't know us, how bout shut the **** up

RACER

Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain 
Original Song by @valentinedalla

ANYA - [Cover of Valentine Dalla - PRADA]

Lyrics: Saint Noelle & @naomi_scott
Prod: Angus Gray
Mix & Master: @niko-rain

Lyrics:
I know when our hearts are pacing
Skin to skin on the grass
I know you want it bad
So I brought it all
Always give in to temptation
Part of me is kinda glad
I know you want it bad

Listen to the the angels
They sing for tonight
Nah ooh
All tonight
Nah ooh

So you'll know it when I've hit you with my venom
In our psychoactive symbiotic heaven
I swear it, I'll make you feel like an eleven
The apple in our paradise

Eyes bloodshot, paint it like a scene
So close I play this on repeat
Live for the ride
Substances, I know you ain't good for me
(No, I know you ain't good)
The apple in our paradise

Knew when I first met you
I see it in your eyes
I know that you cant help it
You went and took a bite
Got me running through your veins boy
I know I get you high
Will you stay by my side

And when the night creeps around
I'm onto you baby
Come and lay in the garden
It's only me and you

So you'll know it when I've hit you with my venom
In our psychoactive symbiotic heaven
I swear it, I'll make you feel like an eleven
The apple in our paradise

Eyes bloodshot, paint it like a scene
So close I play this on repeat
Live for the ride
Substances, I know you ain't good for me
(Say no, no)
The apple in our paradise

If you know that I'll go then why do this baby?
I'm here all alone can you come and save me
All the pain dissipates I cant feel it lately
Boy the voices control me it drives me crazy

So you'll know it when I've hit you with my venom
In our psychoactive symbiotic heaven
I swear it, I'll make you feel like an eleven
The apple in our paradise

Eyes bloodshot, paint it like a scene
So close I play this on repeat
Live for the ride
Substances, I know you ain't good for me
(Just take a bite of)
The apple in our paradise

APPLE (Ft. Naomi Scott)

written + mixed + performed by mia beyern 

LYRICS: 

I don't have much more to say to you tonight 

Except that I like to deny 

How you make me feel inside 

I'm not addicted to love 

Just want somebody to trust 

How can I go on alone?
 

Talking bout who I see now? 

You must be keen, oh 

To have me lie with you only 

Talking bout who I see now?

You're kinda late oh, 

Am I letting you down? 

I can't stop staring at these mirrors in the dark 

Just give me one day and i'll tear me and you apart 


And I won;t forgive you 

But I'd give it all to meet you

One last time I swear, I'll be there 


Got a lot of mementos 

of us rotting in my house 

wish i never read those texts 

never had to teach a man 

what's right what's wrong

don't turn left at red 

call on me if you fall 

I'll take it all off of your shoulders  

I'm getting older 

winters turned colder 

nights they grow longer 

but I don't care

I got you right where I wanted 




Talking bout who I see now 

You must be keen, oh 

To have me lie with you only 

Talking bout who I see now

You're kinda late oh, 

Am I letting you down 

I can't stop staring at these mirrors in the dark 

Just give me one day and i'll tear me and you apart

OBSESSION

Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
Valentine and Lana team up in the lead single off Dalla's first EP "CONDOLENCES" with fierce attitude being fearless of killing bitches.

Lyrics
[Intro: Valentine Dalla]
I’ll shoot the bitch up
Girl stay cute, when I shoot the bitch up
I don’t do the switch ups
When I say so, better loose the lips up
I’ll shoot the bitch up
Guillotine sharp, execute the bitch up
Boutta hit a lick up
Swerving in my coupe, when I step the drift up
[Verse 1: Valentine Dalla]
Uh, boutta murder a bitch
Bitch get slick, end up in a ditch
Yeah you little snitch!
Me and LV gonna chop her to bits
I’m too cunt, you're just a runt
No I’m not LOONA, got a girl front
Stepping on necks in Louboutin pumps
Gotta love women who know what they want (yuh, yuh)
Bitches be hating with split ends
I don’t wanna fuck with your boyfriend
UWU, pick me hoes do send
Imagine doing all that, for men
You saints know I get no L
I’ll drag your soul straight back to hell
If sheriff calls, I’m not home, well
It’s Los Santos, you know crime sells
(Hook: Valentine Dalla)
I’ll shoot the bitch up
Girl stay cute, when I shoot the bitch up
I don’t do the switch ups
When I say so, better loose the lips up
I’ll shoot the bitch up
Guillotine sharp, execute the bitch up
Boutta hit a lick up
Swerving in my coupe, when I step the drift up
[Verse 2: Valentine Dalla]
Hold up, you bitches leaking
Must be your pussy, I hear it squeaking
Wetter than niagara
Legs be open, spread like a chicken
Eating roosters rest, got to your head
Always looking for cock, call Kyle Pred
He thirsty, thirsty
Wanna get in bed
Wanna make sure I’m fed
He Crusty Rusty!
Los Santos, No Handouts
I do it all by myself, I standout
Head over heels, her hand out
Going up and down, he timed out
These labels on me, better run my check
Creampie, Wu-Chang, going cheque to cheque
40k, ain't nothing for me Dean
They trynna murder me, call me meal
Uh, they always wanna front front like breasts
With you rats, I am done done
Roaches be on the ground, cleaning the floor
That’s what they’re useful for
Let's have our drinks up
Murdered a bitch, don't tell PETA
Distress signal
Dead body in a ditch, update her TINDER!
[Hook: Valentine Dalla]
I’ll shoot the bitch up
Girl stay cute, when I shoot the bitch up (shoot shoot)
I don’t do the switch ups
When I say so, better loose the lips up (hey)
I’ll shoot the bitch up
Guillotine sharp execute the bitch up (pow)
Boutta hit a lick up
Swerving in my coupe, when I step the drift up
[Verse 3: Lana Valentine]
Read the chain on my neck, no you ain't fucking with me
I go shoot shoot, leave a pink hair over your body
Ody, ody
Bullet between your teeth
I'm giving T more than head
When I'm pulling down his Tommy's (oop)
Bitch you wanna know some?
Slim thick, body make him bust like a gun (uh)
Hit you like a home run
I chew chew these bitches up, bubblegum
Got a grip like a headlock
That's MDM on your headtop, huh
These bitches no bite and all talk
Imma leave them hoes shaking, if I catch them on my block
[Bridge: Valentine Dalla]
Thought I really cared about you, but nah nah nah
It be your own people turn against you, wow wow wow
Secretly, got a glock loaded in my handbag
Pull up the strap, silly don't you know I can fight back?
[Outro: Valentine Dalla]
I’ll shoot the bitch up
(Shoota, shoota)
I don’t do the switch ups
(Shoota, shoota)
I’ll shoot the bitch up
(Shoota, shoota)
Boutta hit a lick up
Swerving in my coupe, when I step the drift up

Written by Valentine Dalla, Noelle Ablisa, Liz Anya
Produced by BandoBeatz

CONDOLENCES

STBU (feat. Lana Valentine)

All About Her (Remix) [feat. Liz Anya]

Cover of April's Fool by April Fooze for the Wu-Chang Masquerade Event.

Lyrics: 
Bitch let's go
Time to show em how I roll
If you ain't drippin dollah's
Well then bro you gotta go
All these men out here sayin
"Naomi - she's f*cking cold"
But I'm just tryna build a Sugar Empire out of gold

Naomi Scott yeah I’m a fucking thot
I dropped a couple features now I’m charting at the top
I'm always hot in summer and in April like I’m Fooze
Cause if you even try it you gon be Naomi's fool 	

Rose bouquets, LFA's
Got a new daddy every day
Hunt em down easy like my prey
What can I say they want a taste
I'm good looking
I can tell your crushing
By the way that your blushing
Beware - I ain't down for cuffing
How's your account be lookin?
Cause this lovin it costs somethin
Don't let me catch you bluffing
Cause then you are good-for-nothing
Double hearts on my face
Corset - expensive lace
But let's get one thing straight
True love hidden behind some gates
Don't try it, not a bait
Bein baller is my fate
Drop your deposit late and I'm gon' leave without a trace

Naomi Scott yeah I’m a fucking thot
I dropped a couple features now I’m charting at the top
I'm always hot in summer and in April like I’m Fooze
Cause if you even try it you gon be Naomi's fool 	

Check it (c'mon now)
Only a fool would mess with me
Stare at the ground and bend the knee
I'm a queen climbin
Dealin in diamonds
Only a fool would mess with me

What?
There's nothin wrong
With wantin some
You're just a pawn
This isn't some love song

Don't hold your breath bitch
See ya lookin
It's not yo man I'm f*ckin
You're lookin for confession
All you're getting is a whoopin
Yuh, my profession
Its money that im stressin
The boys ain't gettin nothing
But the pictures that im blessin

Naomi Scott yeah I’m a fucking thot
I dropped a couple features now I’m charting at the top
I'm always hot in summer and in April like I’m Fooze
Cause if you even try it you gon be Naomi's fool 	

Only a fool would mess with me
(Naomi Scott yeah I'm a fuckin thot)
Stare at the ground and bend the knee
(I dropped a couple features now I’m charting at the top)
I'm a queen climbin
Dealin in diamonds
Only a fool would mess with me
(Cause if you even try it you gon' be Naomi's Fool)

Naomi's Fool - Naomi Scott (April Fooze Cover)

Lyrics By: Saint Noelle, Don Dolph
Mixed By: Niko Rain
Prod. Klein

Lyrics:
I don’t even think I’m going home tonight
I was boutta to leave, but then you caught my eyes
Thinking of some things that you could do with I
Something less than holy up upon my mind
On my mind, on, on, on, on my mind

Just say the word, I’ll get my shit, and then I’m ready to go
Came for a couple drinks, but think you wanna stay for the show
It’s getting so hot, 
After this song then we’re out the door, door, ahhhh ahhh

You’re so close, I don’t think I can take it
24/7 no I can’t get enough
You turn back to me, then you're saying
didn’t even think to ask my name

yeah, just call me saint
kissing my neck while I grab your waist
We go face to face
loving your chest that I’m pressed against
yeah, no need for pace
come thru the back, pull up in a wraith
Let’s not make it personal
We both know it’s only for tonight

Uh, one night only
No snitch no Trice like Obie
They tell you at the top that’s lonely
And you gone turn me into the old me
Effortless when I touch down
Don D don’t give a fuck now
Foot down, trust me it’s business
It’s all love got my name on they wish list
I could change your life
Lemme change your mind
And take you out of your zone
First class all night
We taking flights and then we out on the road
I don’t, I don’t need no love
Trust me I got way too much
Let’s not make it personal
We both know it’s only for tonight
And we both know that
Kodak, take a picture and reload that
I mean what I say don’t pretend
And I live in the moment don’t need no pen
Amen, lemme preach it
We gone turn tonight into the weekend
Eh, lemme extend it
It’s a one out of ten and I’m trending, Don

You’re so close, I don’t think I can take it
24/7 no I can’t get enough
You turn back to me, then you're saying
Didn’t even think to ask my name

Yeah, just call me saint
Kissing my neck while I grab your waist
We go face to face
Loving your chest that I’m pressed against
Yeah, no need for pace
Come thru the back, pull up in a wraith
Let’s not make it personal
We both know it’s only for tonight

Just for tonight
Just for tonight
Just for tonight
Let’s not make it personal
We both know it’s only for tonight

SAINT (Ft. Don Dolph)

mixed and mastered by: @niko-rain

UH
BADDEST BITCH IN YOUR AREA
BBC IN MY GENITAL AREA
GOT MY SHOOTERS WITH ME, WE CAUSIN HYSTERIA
BUZZING THROUGH YOUR HOOD, GIVING YOU MALARIA
CHANEL BELT, REAL GOLD, NONE OF IT IS FAKE
ROCKING YOUR MAN'S BED, IT'S THE HARLEM SHAKE
DON’T LOOK DOWN ON ME, PRAY FOR GOD’S SAKE
I’M HIS PICK, WHERE YOU THINK I GOT ALL THIS CAKE (UH)
YO MONEY IS NOT MY SOLUTION
BREATHE THE SAME AIR, STOP CAUSIN DA POLLUTION
FUCK THAT CHIT CHAT, THIS A TRIPLE EXECUTION
SEE ME IN THE STREETS, I’M DOING PROSTITUTION 
WHORE, YES I’M A WHORE
PAY ME GOOD MONEY SEE ME AT THE BACK DOOR
YOU’LL BE SATISFIED YOU’LL BE ASKING FOR MORE
MAN SHUT UP AND BANG ME TO THE CORE
WHORE, YES I’M A WHORE
PUT IT ALL IN DADDY, MAKE MY THROAT SORE
BODIES ON BODIES, HIGH NUMBERS ON THE SCORE
WANNA WIFE ME UP, I WONT MOP NO FLOOR
RACKS, MILLION DOLLAR RACKS
COAT FUR CHINCHILLA
IN MY HOUSE I GOT STACKS
HEAR ME MOANING PUT THE VOLUME ON MAX
BITCH AT LEAST I AINT GOT CEILING CRACKS
SHIIIT… COPS DOWN ON MY BLOCK
BOUT THESE OPS, I DONT GIVE A FUCK
I WILL CONTINUE TO JERK OFF THAT COCK
AND PASS HIM TO HIS GIRLFRIEND
HANDS SWITCH LIKE A CLOCK
WHORE, YES I’M A WHORE
PAY ME GOOD MONEY SEE ME AT THE BACK DOOR
YOU’LL BE SATISFIED YOU’LL BE ASKING FOR MORE
MAN SHUT UP AND BANG ME TO THE CORE
WHORE, YES I’M A WHORE
PUT IT ALL IN DADDY, MAKE MY THROAT SORE
BODIES ON BODIES, HIGH NUMBERS ON THE SCORE
WANNA WIFE ME UP, I WONT MOP NO FLOOR

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