NoPixel [ pop ]

Saint Noelle's song from NoPixel 3.0 under Wu Chang Records

The lights are turning on in the club,
and its way past two in the morning.
You're kissing on a girl hoping that i get mad at you,
but I'm yawning.
I never wanna fight,
I forgave you, yeah.
and every single night get my heart broke, yeah
i think its about time that should tell you.

You're fucking up all my feelings.
I never knew you could be that cruel.
I don't know when I'm kneeling that you're the king,
and I've been the fool.

I want your all, nothing less, boy.
When you get undressed its always me on your left,
so why cant this progress?
I want your all,

and i dont really know where your mind, where your head, where your hearts at
but all i know is this is a deal and im ending the contract.
All i can see is you in the strobe lights.
Never to make me jealous, I wont lie.
Always should love 'The one' 
I'd rather die.
Only meant to be fun, now it hurts like this.

You're fucking up all my feelings.
I never knew you could be that cruel.
I don't know when I'm kneeling that you're the king,
and I've been the fool.

I want your all, nothing less, boy.
When you get undressed its always me on your left,
so why cant this progress?
I want your all,

FINISH HIM! (I Want Your All)

Saint Noelle's song from NoPixel 3.0 under Wu Chang Records
Cover Art: Voyn Design
Lyrics: 

There's something about us that isn't right
By the way that we kiss and the way we sleep alone at night
The things we've been doing when we're both out of sight
I still love you the most but I'm convinced that it's a different type

And I tried everything I could to put my heart in line
Fucking in the dark and feeling numb inside
Is this the way it feels to have your true love die
And it's true
Everything I see is in electric blue
Only kissing strangers could've changed that hue
I'm living for myself instead of just for you
So I'd rather be lonely
And live for the moment
I'll meet my friends in the strobe lights
And feel all the love from the night life

So I'd rather be lonely
I hate your controlling
I'll caress my pain on the dance floor
I'll let myself go and then go more

I'll pack my belongings and return my key
By the time that you read this I'm gone and you'll be be rid of me
To walk away is feeling bittersweet
But to stay is way harder and I'm only a girl who's weak

And I tried everything I could to put my heart in line
Fucking in the dark and feeling numb inside
Is this the way it feels to have your true love die
And it's true
Everything I see is in electric blue
Only kissing strangers could've changed that hue
I'm living for myself instead of just for you
So I'd rather be lonely
And live for the moment
I'll meet my friends in the strobe lights
And feel all the love from the nightlife
So I'd rather be lonely
I hate your controlling
I'll caress my pain on the dance floor
I'll let myself go and then go more

I've been ravenous for a new life outside my head, boy
I've been lacking energy to move out of my bed, boy
And you know it, you know it, you know it
It's been way too long since you and I have felt alive
We're drowning in minutes and being anchored with a tide, boy
And you know it, you know it, you know it

Electric Nausea

RATHER BE LONELY

ft. tig oconnor
https://www.twitch.tv/narlsbarkley
https://soundcloud.com/tigo-bitties

produced by
insert creds here

mixing/mastering: niko rain
https://www.twitch.tv/bytethebullet
https://soundcloud.com/niko-rain
open.spotify.com/artist/3bIDVpODl…S_Hg&dl_branch=1
www.instagram.com/whoisnikorain/

Low - Oswald Tinkerman x Tig O'Connor

lyrics & vocals by myself
production, mixing & mastering by @niko-rain

LYRICS 

meet me, 7:35 at pink cage motel
don’t forget you promised me don’t ask and don’t tell
saw the red lights, but I want you so bad

know you know my name, that everyone learning now
also know the scandal we’d make if this gets out
but I can go all the rounds

and you get hung up on me boy
I been in my zone
only thing my lips are close
Is the microphone
know you been hitting my line, and acting bold
cause you think I’m hot, like my songs yuh

hope you know exactly who you’re dealing with, oh
S A I N T, Know I’m your favourite sin now.
and I like it when no one else knows

move the lock off the bolt
leave your shit at the door
I been waiting alone
Needing all of your touch boy
you know this week I’ve been so fucking bad
think you should give me all of what you have

when you hit up my phone
I don’t answer it, no
just to tease you some more
sexual undertones
you gotta give it to me till I’m glad
that I’m the one to submit one to submit 
when I feel this bad

lay it to you good until you beg me for more
started on the bed and then we move to the floor
could be yours like a soulmate
re-evaluate the bond at later date

can you chew all that you bit off
something you don’t wanna quit yuh
fingers tracing down my figure
something you dont wanna quit
and I’ll be your nightmare
double dare you to make me feel less damn lonely
just be my only reason for tonight

and you get hung up on me boy
I been in my zone
only thing my lips are close
Is the microphone
you been hitting on my line, and acting bold
cause you think I’m hot, like my songs yuh

hope you know exactly who you’re dealing with, oh
S A I N T, Know I’m your favourite sin, So, boy you know exactly where to go. Yeah

move the lock off the bolt
leave your shit at the door
I been waiting alone
Needing all of your touch boy
you know this week I’ve been so fucking bad
think you should give me all of what you have

when you hit up my phone
I don’t answer it, no
just to tease you some more
sexual undertones
you gotta give it to me till I’m glad
that I’m the one to submit one to submit 
when I feel this bad

I want you so bad

SUBMIT - SAINT NOELLE X NIKO RAIN

Mixing Mastering (HUGE thanks):
https://www.twitch.tv/bytethebullet
https://soundcloud.com/niko-rain

First song with Wu Chang Records on NoPixel
https://soundcloud.com/wu_chang_records

Sick beat xo https://www.instagram.com/zachsutton23/

BiG NAME - Molly Rollin

MAC RUSTY x LIZ ANYA x YUNG FIERRO - BLING

Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
Artwork made by Voyn Design

After Zarina's last comeback being more of a somber-sounding melody, Bad Doggy brings on the fun side that Zarina Vega explored in her debut, feautring no other then the talented multi-genre icon Liz Anya.

LYRICS:

CHORUS:
Bad doggy, teach him how to roll over
Bad doggy, teach him how to beg for it
Bad doggy, take him on a walk before it
Bad doggy, he gonna cry for it
I say what comes next and what comes before
I don't give two shits, I want more 
Drip on me, I want that sauce Trader Joe's 
Don't care what he do after, he my hoe

VERSE: 
It's just a figure of speech, my figure look like a peach
I'm a goddamn princess, make me feel like I'm the queen
Treat this pussy like royalty supreme
Be loyal, get on top, add some extra cream
Cookin' up a while mess and Imma clean it up
I'm a versatile gal, I can switch it up
It's that doggy, cowgirl, sixty-nine
He put it in reverse when I tell him and he don't decline

PRE-CHORUS:
PHONE ON SILENT (yuh)
TUMMY ON TUCKED (aha)
KITTY ON WET (wassup)
DOGGY ON LEASH (yup)
FACE ON PRETTY (yuh)
TITTY ON GOTH (ya)
BOOTY ON NICKI (ohh)
ASS SO THICCY

CHORUS:
Bad doggy, teach him how to roll over
Bad doggy, teach him how to beg for it
Bad doggy, take him on a walk before it
Bad doggy, he gonna cry for it
I say what comes next and what comes before
I don't give two shits, I want more 
Drip on me, I want that sauce Trader Joe's 
Don't care what he do after, he my hoe

VERSE:
Call me Mina, cuz imma rock it 
Yeah bad doggy,  he cause a ruccus
He chewin' all of his toys, gotta put him in a timeout, I ain't got no choice, yeah he really gonna find out
I give him the cold shoulder, he gimme dick
Got a bowl with his name on it and he better eat if he know what's aight 
You deserve a treat baby, Imma treat you right

PRE-CHORUS:
PHONE ON SILENT (yuh)
TUMMY ON TUCKED (aha)
KITTY ON WET (wassup)
DOGGY ON LEASH (yup)
FACE ON PRETTY (yuh)
TITTY ON GOTH (ya)
BOOTY ON NICKI (ohh)
ASS SO THICCY

CHORUS:
Bad doggy, teach him how to roll over
Bad doggy, teach him how to beg for it
Bad doggy, take him on a walk before it
Bad doggy, he gonna cry for it
I say what comes next and what comes before
I don't give two shits, I want more 
Drip on me, I want that sauce Trader Joe's 
Don't care what he do after, he my hoe

VERSE (Liz Anya):
Uh, he live inside my pussy like a dog house 
If he wanna get freaky, take the claws out
Real loud when I take em to pound town
The neighbors walk by like who let the dogs out 
Throw em’ a bone but he already got one 
Make him unsheath that red rocket 
Yum 
I know that you heard all the rumors
I make him shave it dry like the groomers 
Bad doggy
Keep him on a leash 
Make him suck the bacon out this pussy like a leech
Bad doggy
Think he wanna treat 
All up in this bank cause I trained him how to breach

CHORUS:
Bad doggy, teach him how to roll over
Bad doggy, teach him how to beg for it
Bad doggy, take him on a walk before it
Bad doggy, he gonna cry for it
I say what comes next and what comes before
I don't give two shits, I want more 
Drip on me, I want that sauce Trader Joe's 
Don't care what he do after, he my hoe

Bad Doggy (feat. Liz Anya) - NoPixel 3.0

mixed and mastered by @niko-rain 
[https://www.twitch.tv/bytethebullet] 
prod. by goo beatz
art by FranniLaCucaracha

[Verse 1]
You look so damn cute
When I can see the fear in your eyes
I can feel it rushing through your veins
It’s too much
It’s too much
No

[Pre-Chorus]
And every second I take, it’s getting deeper 
And every moment I wait, I feel the fever 
I got this feeling tonight 
Ima strike 
Ima strike
I just want a taste of you-ooh-ooh

[Chorus]
Come closer
Don’t be afraid no no
I’m not gonna bite you unless you want it 
Hands, on your neck, I want you on my tongue 
I’ve been waiting for this and now I got it
Every grins’, got the fangs in the back but we act like it’s alright
Every grin on your face, as you die, got me feeling so alive 
Every grin led to fangs in your skin, now you know it’s all a lie 
I’m gonna bite you all because you want it 

[Verse 2]
Your body’s growing cold
Sheets turning red like rose petals 
I can’t help it
Boy your insides taste just like Hennessy
I’ll close your eyes and I’ll kiss you to sleep
I’m pretty sure I’ve got the right guy
I think I’m falling for his blood type 
Oh-oh

[Chorus]
Come closer
Don’t be afraid no no
I’m not gonna bite you unless you want it 
Hands, on your neck, I want you on my tongue 
I’ve been waiting for this and now I got it
Every grins’, got the fangs in the back but we act like it’s alright
Every grin on your face, as you die, got me feeling so alive 
Every grin led to fangs in your skin, now you know it’s all a lie 
I’m gonna bite you all because you want it 

[Bridge]
I can feel your heartbeat
Pulsing all through my teeth 
I can feel your heartbeat 
I can feel your heartbeat
Pulsing all through my teeth 
I can feel your heartbeat 
I can feel your heartbeat 

[Chorus]
Come closer
Don’t be afraid no no
I’m not gonna bite you unless you want it 
Hands, on your neck, I want you on my tongue 
I’ve been waiting for this and now I got it
Every grins’, got the fangs in the back but we act like it’s alright
Every grin on your face, as you die, got me feeling so alive 
Every grin led to fangs in your skin, now you know it’s all a lie 
I’m gonna bite you all because you want it 

[Chorus]
Come closer
Don’t be afraid no no
I’m not gonna bite you unless you want it 
Hands, on your neck, I want you on my tongue 
I’ve been waiting for this and now I got it
Every grins’, got the fangs in the back but we act like it’s alright
Every grin on your face, as you die, got me feeling so alive 
Every grin led to fangs in your skin, now you know it’s all a lie 
I’m gonna bite you all because you want it

FANGS

spooky szn 
fierro: https://soundcloud.com/yungfierro

LYRICS:
(uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh)

666 I make all the men my bitch boys
I take marriages stamp on them till they’re destroyed
x rated all these losers be my fuck toys 
you be with the suppressor boy i be making real noise 
(X2)
 
my shit gonna leave u scarred.
man I get hot when it gets too dark.
freak when you fuck me with a knife yuh I told you I like it hard.
I get pleasure out of pain
fuck your wife you here with me
know I got no competition cause I made my own damn game

uhhhhh
fuck you multiplied at 3 rounds
be your nightmare, homewrecker 
And make you leave town
you can’t kiss me when you’re blindfolded and tied down
fuck that romantic shit I just wanna cum now 

666 I make older men my bitch boys
I take marriages stamp on them till they’re destroyed
x rated all these losers be my fucktoys 
you be with the suppressor boy i be making real noise
(X2)

Six six six number of the devil
I'm sick sick sick noone get up on this level
Drip drip drip I'm shining like an angel
I'ma spirit creeping up to drink your fucking soul

Oh, Saint gon make me lose control
Freaky shit I'm in the zone
Like Bobby's enemas my disses tearing up buttholes

Oh like Sherrif Pred I'm rock and roll
She eat this D like casserole
Nearly died and decomposed
Now my lungs feel like waterholes

Confusing the name know that we ain't no saints
We pull up like we Zelda we break all your vases
We keep going on til los santos defaced
With the note eye emojis who knows what it means

Come in w ith the massacre distribute I'm a trafficker
You gonna get destroyed like X did Wrangler
Clearing out the pieces like a motherfucking scavenger
I'm the one they wanna shoot cuz I'm the only fucking messenger

I show up in your motherfucking dreams wake up
I be living rent free in your head wake up 
And see that your sheets are creamed that sucks
Haters gleam at the fact that it seems that they mad
That they listen to me so much 
Let's be real for a sec       
Saint Fierro is yo theme song bruh

666 (Feat. Yung Fierro)

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

Writing, Vocals, & Production by Saint Noelle

Lyrics:
every single night got me up in my room, 
got me hypnotised 
by the thought of you on me
Too much fucking time 
since I breathed in the fumes of your pheromones
yet I’m still some type of way

Want you real bad,
Want you,
Want you real bad
Miles away, fuck with me
Take what I have
Want you real bad,
Im the best that you’ve had
Hold on another day
So maybe you should hit my line

Got me breathing heavy down the phone
Almost felt your touch but there’s no ghost
All up in my house 
I’m on my own
I’m getting lonely
Cant wait till you get home
Know I finish off to your tempo
I can almost taste the afterglow
All up in my house
I’m on my own
I’m getting lonely
Cant wait till you get home

I be shining real hard for you 
even though I’m no paradigm 
Of a perfect idol saint
I be on my best behaviour
And it’s true
I know what you like
But you know you’ll have to wait

Want you real bad,
Want you,
Want you real bad
Miles away, fuck with me
Take what I have
Want you real bad,
Im the best that you’ve had
Hold on another day
So maybe you should hit my line

Got me breathing heavy down the phone
Almost felt your touch but there’s no ghost
All up in my house 
I’m on my own
I’m getting lonely
Cant wait till you get home
Know I finish off to your tempo
I can almost taste the afterglow
All up in my house
I’m on my own
I’m getting lonely
Cant wait till you get home

Living in your head just like a parasite
I got you like a siren lures a sailor to sea
I just wish that you were coming home tonight 
I’m in your head, there’s nothing out of the ordinary
Living in your head just like a parasite
I got you like a siren lures a sailor to sea
I just wish that you were coming home tonight 
Night, night

Got me breathing heavy down the phone
Almost felt your touch but there’s no ghost
All up in my house 
I’m on my own
I’m getting lonely
Cant wait till you get home
Know I finish off to your tempo
I can almost taste the afterglow
All up in my house
I’m on my own
I’m getting lonely
Cant wait till you get home

I’m in your head, there’s nothing out of the ordinary
I’m in your head, there’s nothing
I’m in your head, there’s nothing

WAIT

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5RDdTde2hMQX2UlFLTp5vt?si=6b882ddee35246a4
Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
Artwork made by Flex

Valentine finally drops her anticipated single "PRADA", a track where Dalla raps about the stuff she experienced with her music career in Los Santos to this day.

lyrics
I’m the Prada
I’m the Dalla
While you bitches dollaramma
I don’t want no drama ramma
When I pull up to your house
You’ll stay underground
6 feet, you’re gonna drown
You bitches ''Queen of rap''
But you ain’t got a crown
You bitches got no rhythm and you got no flow
Got no punchline, like a comedy show
Meanwhile I stay in my big chateau
While you’re on the street corner working, being a hoe
My songs top the charts, they're a plateau
And your tunes are flop, so they make no dough
You wish you could reverse, like it was UNO
It ain’t life swap, it’s the Dalla Show 
Love it when it’s not my name
Hate it when I’m on display
Fake hoes with their fake fame
Dancing when nobody came
I keep it cute and real
Ain’t got something nice to say
Keep your mouth mute, squeal
and that’s why my name is Dalla
DALLA, PRADA
DALLA, DALLA, DALLA, PRADA
DALLA, PRADA
DALLA, DALLA, DALLA, PRADA
Was CPC’s first lady, uh, that’s right
Back when i saw no promo or support on my sight
It was barely there, had to do it all by myself
Three number ones, but still left on the shelf
I ain’t no elf, but I got surprises and gifts
Entendres, metaphores, spitting like I’m throwing some fits
I might be blonde but I’m not dumb
I can be smarter than a washed up bitch
That barks and there’s no bite
She needs some silicone
I said what I said, but I’m definitely not done
Peach body season, me and my girls we looking cunt
Shooters on shooters, but don’t trip and fall
It’s the Dalla Game, that you already lost
Love it when it’s not my name
Hate it when I’m on display
Fake hoes with their fake fame
Dancing when nobody came (yeah, yeah)
I keep it cute and real
Ain’t got something nice to say
Keep your mouth mute, squeal (shut up!)
and that’s why my name is Dalla
DALLA, PRADA (AH!)
DALLA, DALLA, DALLA, PRADA
DALLA, PRADA (YEAH)
DALLA, DALLA, DALLA, PRADA
Wetter than niagara
Body looking like a sauna
I manage myself, Queen like Cleopatra
All these comments under me, looking very small
Hate left and right, someone give them viagra
Show after show, very booked and busy
Hoes be acting brave, texting my man teehee
I wonder if they know that we ain’t doing charity
The homeless shelter at the corner, go have a FEFE (KEKE)
DALLA, PRADA (AYYY)
DALLA, DALLA, DALLA, PRADA (WOO! WOO!)
DALLA, PRADA (UH)
DALLA, DALLA, DALLA, PRADA

Written and performed by Valentine Dalla, Noelle Ablisa, Karina Giselle
Produced by B. Hill

PRADA

A lovely song sung and lyrically written by Lulu and produced by Tee. The amazing artwork is also done by Lulu.

Thanks for listening!

You can catch Lulu here:
Live: twitch.tv/dzarekk
Socials: twitter.com/Some_One_Cute

and Tee here:
Live: twitch.tv/rudenoodlenpc
Socials :twitter.com/RudeNoodleNPC

Lulu x Tee - The Music In Your Soul

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)

Daphne Malone
WuChang Records, NoPixel
Produced and written by Alyssa Jean (additional production Brasstracks)

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Zolo - Need SomeBody Ft Tory Lanez

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