this sounds so much like an uncredited Corpse feature, damn

Nopixel music

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

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

Electric Nausea

you, the city & my heart (LEAK)

this one's for the emo kids🖤
follow on spotify: sptfy.com/never-be-the-same-2007

spotify 🖤

never be the same! (2007 ver.)

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)

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

Bad Bitches 2022 is an off-album track Zarina decided to release in honor of the new year, and what better way to start the new year than with a banger? Her bestie Valentine hops on the track with her in a fierce girlboss nature that completes the track to perfection.

LYRICS:

[Chorus] (Zarina, Valentine)
Bad bitches 2022, 
 just a thing we like to do
And we do not even grind
we can always satisfy
Bad bitches, bad, bad bitches yeah
Bad, bitches, bad, bad bitches yeah

Bad bitches 2022, 
 just a thing we like to do
And we do not even grind
we can always satisfy
Bad bitches, bad, bad bitches yeah
Bad, bitches, bad, bad bitches yeah

[VERSE] (Zarina)
2022 but I'm still feelin' like a ten
New goals, aspirations right up on the fence
I can taste a new whip, maybe goin benz
Bankroll or cash money, I'm still robbin' banks
Skrt, skrt on them hoes
That's why they dropping low
And we always stay high
Call me Jean Paracatemol
Worldwide national, Zarina in Paris
Money high as eiffel tower 
Bonjour, cherie

[PRE-CHORUS]
I wish you a happy new year, 
this is what you get from the baddest bitches that are near

[Chorus] (Zarina)
Bad bitches 2022, 
 just a thing we like to do
And we do not even grind
we can always satisfy
Bad bitches, bad, bad bitches yeah
Bad, bitches, bad, bad bitches yeah

[REFRAIN]
All bad bitches called to the office
We back and we make some extra profits
But this year, at this time and age
We don't comply, we just eliminate
 
(DALLA, PRADA, DALLA, DALLA, PRADA)

[VERSE] (Valentine)
Im a pop up in the year like a bottle of champagne
New bitches on the scene, but they still not in my lane
365, giving you hell everyday
Im a demon in disguise that gon fuck up with your brain
New year same me, bitch im never gonna change
My songs on the radio, i will never lack on fame
Pop and rap, i do both
I'm the one who drives the boat
Running the music scene
Catch me on the magazine
Always shine. i'm a star
Can't turn off, unlike candle
Supermodel like kendall
I'm a bitch that's hard to handle (Woooo)

[Chorus] (Zarina, Valentine)
Bad bitches 2022, 
 just a thing we like to do
And we do not even grind
we can always satisfy (Bad, bad, bad yeah!)
Bad bitches, bad, bad bitches yeah
Bad, bitches, bad, bad bitches yeah

Bad bitches 2022, 
 just a thing we like to do
And we do not even grind
we can always satisfy
Bad bitches, bad, bad bitches yeah
Bad, bitches, bad, bad bitches yeah

Written by: Zarina Vega, Valentine Dalla & Karina Giselle
Mixed and mastered by: @niko-rain
Cover by: Karina Giselle and Jean Paracetamol x
Prod. by Virzy Guns

Bad Bitches 2022 (feat. Valentine Dalla) - NoPixel 3.0

MIA BEYERN - CATCH ME IF U CAN!

PRODUCED AND MIXED BY @NIKO-RAIN

WRITTEN BY MIA BEYERN, SAINT NOELLE @sainty2k

[LYRICS]

CAN'T ANSWER THE PHONE RIGHT NOW,

IM KINDA BUSY

GOT ME RUSHING AROUND, OH BOY

YOU MAKE ME DIZZY

I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHAT I WANT, NO

BUT BOY, CAN WE, MAKE A

PIT STOP. QUICK REPAIR. OH BOY

WIND RUNNING THROUGH MY HAIR NOW

BLOOD RUSHING THROUGH MY VEINS

YOU CAN SEE IT IN MY FACE

KEEPING UP FAST IN THIS CHASE

BOY IM TRYNA WIN THIS RACE

FEELING COMPETITION YOU SAY READY SET THEN GO,

DRIFTING FROM THE WEST SIDE ALL THE WAY TO PALETO, YUH

BOY I KNOW YOU LIKE IT GET ON MY WAVE,

SHIFTING INTO GEAR

BEFORE I PUSH IT

WANNA MIGRATE

BOOSTER,

SMOKE YOU IN A CRUISER I

KNOW THIS AINT A RACE BUT

I WON'T BE THE LOSER

MEET YOU AT THE SHOP AND

YOU CAN USE A TUNE UP

JUST PUTTING YOUR FOOT ON THE GAS

LET'S SEE HOW FAST YOU CAN GO

GOING FAST, WERE GOING FAST

AND I DON'T WANNA STOP NO MORE

ADRENALINE RIGHT TO MY CORE,

BLOOD PUMPING HEART ON THE FLOOR

OVERTAKE ME BABY,

HANDS ON THE WHEEL AND YOUR,

FOOT ON THE GAS OH,

IM UNSURPASSED

OH THE,

BLOOD RUSHING THROUGH MY VEINS

YOU CAN SEE IT IN MY FACE

KEEPING UP FAST IN THIS CHASE,

BOY IM TRYNA WIN THIS RACE

GOING SO FAST I WONT SLOW DOWN , OVERLAPPING

THIS TRACK NOS ON DEMAND, ENGINE

REVVING, IM READY (REVVING, READY)

LET'S KEEP MY HANDS STEADY (LET'S KEEP IT STEADY)

3 2 1 LETS LIGHT IT UP

I'LL TAKE ON ANYONE

I DONT CARE ABOUT THESE RED LIGHTS WASTING MY TIME,

BOY YOU'RE STOPPING ME FROM CROSSING THE FINISH LINE

M P H , I AINT SLOWING DOWN

FEEL MY RAGE, I AINT BACKING OUT

BOY DONT YOU KNOW THAT I AINT MESSING WITH YOU

THESE COPS ARE ON MY CASE, NOW SIMMER DOWN

QUICK PREFACE: I DONT MESS AROUND

ILL GIVE YOU ONE LAST CHANCE TO PROVE YOURSELF TO ME WHEN THE LIGHTS TURN GREEN

DRIFTING FROM THE WEST COAST SANDY TO PALETO

IM YOUR COMPETITION WRAP IT UP YOU KNOW IM WINNING NOW,

BOOSTER,

SMOKE

A LITTLE,

CAUGHT UP (DO YOU KNOW)

YOU'RE THE KEY, TO MY IGNITION BOY

FEEDING, MY AMBITION NO,

I MIGHT FUCK AROUND AND SAY BABY,

CATCH ME IF YOU CAN

FEELING COMPETITION YOU SAY READY SET THEN GO,

DRIFTING FROM THE WEST SIDE ALL THE WAY TO PALETO, YUH

BOY I KNOW YOU LIKE IT GET ON MY WAVE,

SHIFTING INTO GEAR

BEFORE I PUSH IT

WANNA MIGRATE

BOOSTER,

SMOKE YOU IN A CRUISER I

KNOW THIS AINT A RACE BUT

I WON'T BE THE LOSER

MEET YOU AT THE SHOP AND

YOU CAN USE A TUNE UP

JUST PUTTING YOUR FOOT ON THE GAS

LETS SEE HOW FAST YOU CAN GO

OH WOAH, OH WOAH, OH WOAH .

CATCH ME IF U CAN! (PROD. NIKO RAIN)

Lyrics:
I just wanna feel it
Even when I fight it
I'm anticipating 
I am waiting for you, slide in
Waiting for a night in
Call me you're invited
I think you might like it, oh

I'm waiting by the phone
I can't wait to go home
I can't wait to go home to you
I'm waiting by the phone
I can't wait to come home
I cant wait to come home to you

And now its everyday
I'll take it anyway
Turn me over
Throw me down and bend it back and make me stay
It's deeper than i crave
I didn't I'd ever feel this way

I'm waiting by the phone
I can't wait to go home
I can't wait to go home with you 
I'm waiting by the phone 
I can't wait to come home
I can't wait to come home with you

I'm hanging up the phone
I can't wait to get home
I can't wait to get home with you
I'm hanging up the phone 
I can't wait to come home
I wish I'd waited for someone like you

Produced by Redd
Mixed by Niko Rain
Melodies & Lyrics by D4N1ELLE

Waiting (prod. Red)

Lyrics:
Love’ll make me drown, yeah it drags me down
Lower than before
If love is an ocean, I’ll buy you and island
And flood it every day with a summer storm
Ya never get surrounded
Always have your plan, one hand on the door
The other one holds me until you don’t want me
But then I want it more

Cause I could never leave you if I tried
You push me and you pull me with the tides, yeah
I’m diving even deeper even though it’s gonna kill me
Leave me at the bottom with a river running through me
I could never leave you if I tried
If I tried

And all the webs you’ve spun are like a smoking gun
Allure me down below
And once you have me, don’t need to trap me
I’ve always been sucker for skull and bones
Cause I’m a prisoner, another casualty
Civilian in the war
But I don’t blame you, I think I made you
And now I want you more

Cause I could never leave you if I tried
You push me and you pull me with the tides, yeah
I’m diving even deeper even though it’s gonna kill me
Leave me at the bottom with a river running through me
I could never leave you if I tried
If I tried

Yes, I know
You know, I know 
They know I know what love is
I don’t need to show it in the way that mom and dad did
Swinging like a locket on
the chains that you been holding me in
Yes, I know 

Cause I could never leave you if I tried
You push me and you pull me with the tides, yeah
I’m diving even deeper even though it’s gonna kill me
Leave me at the bottom with a river running through me
I could never leave you if I tried
If I tried

Music, Lyrics, Production by Ryan King
Performed by D4N1ELLE

If I Tried (prod. Ryan King)

Lyrics:
I don't ever hear you give your thanks for anything she gives to you
I think this revocation of her love is far long overdue
Break her back, but not her heart 'cus I have had it from the start
And any little fuck up is the end of her and you, adieu

I was here first honey,
I'll be here last baby,
If you think you can run the race faster, good fuckin' luck buddy.

Do you even know her favorite color, or the way she takes her coffee
Come on baby, you don't know the answers, why you wishy washy?
Sure she's on your arm right now but when the moon is quickly rising, 
She'll be at my house on my new couch where things tend to get naughty.

I'll take your girl and make her mine
I'll have her screaming my name all of the time
Now baby, you don't have to cry
Just watch her transform like a monarch butterfly when she's mine

(Mmm, when she's mine)

Baby, baby come to mama
Baby, baby I'll hold you stronger
He's only told you lies of messy feelings
Your touch is my drug, but I'm never dealing

I know it seems a little scary, fucking up so bad, embarrassing
Pieces of the love she had for you are all but shattering
I'll take my Queen, I'll take my Beans and our love will be blossoming
Like roses in the garden, you're a pesticide, unflattering

Baby, baby come to mama
Baby, baby I'll hold you longer
I get what I want, and I take some more
Reina and Q are mine, and I'm starting a war

I'll take your girl and make her mine
I'll have her screaming my name all of the time
Now baby, you don't have to cry
Just watch her transform like a monarch butterfly when she's mine

Mmm when she's mine

Additional production and mixing by @niko-rain
Melodies & Lyrics by Ellie Nite

She's Mine

Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
EP Cover Art made by @lndxr
CONDOLENCES EP's powerful intro track clarifying Dalla's intentions.

Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My lips look plastic & glossy
I got the monogram murakami
Miss no meals like tamagotchi
I can wash you bitch, I’m a tsunami (UH)
Yeah I've been to jail, girl gone bad
Put your girlfriend in a body bag
See how much of your spare coin that she had
Better run my checks, not a free cab (HUH)
(Hook)
D A L L A, I do damage, I don’t come to play
X4 
[Verse 2]
Bitch you eating murder meals
While I’m eating CD’s
Your man might not hit you back, cause he’s here on his knees
And yeah CD’s, in 2022
And I’m a Wu-Chang bitch
Who the fuck are you?
I press vinyls, more than I press these hoes
And I made 50k, from pre-orders alone
Check, talent, check!
Beauty, check!
Fine as wine
You ain’t take me serious until I was signed
I got my pistol in the G, if you wanna test me
And baby I will not feat, unless you got 10K streams
Oh no these bitches don’t be seeing me
So they better get lasik though
I don’t want no fucking verses from a lazy hoe
(Hook)
D A L L A, I do damage, I don’t come to play
X4

Written by Noelle Ablisa, Karina Giselle
Produced by whatafuckingbitch, Noelle Ablisa

CONDOLENCES

DAMAGE

Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
EP Cover Art made by @lndxr
Valentine gets into her sexual and romantic side for the third track of the CONDOLENCES EP introducing @zekehart

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Valentine Dalla]
Put it all in your face
You are gonna catch a case 
Stuck inside my deep maze
You are fucking with an ace
This kitty you’ll have to chase
Meow meow, down south it’s placed
Fuck me good, slow fast paced
Boom boom, can’t you feel the bass (ah)
[Verse 2: Zeke Hart]
Put your fucking hands up
Put your fucking hands
put your, put your fucking hands up
Zeke and Valentine, running this place
Kick drum 808's, there's no escape
Raised hell, yeah we crashed and flipped the landscape
Focus eyes on this beat, and feel the bass
See the stars out my big sunroof
Don't worry, you know this shit bulletproof
I've got two, maybe three wishes for you
Take you home, girl you don't need the VU
I can feel the breeze through my clothes
No chaser, damn I left the cuffs at home
It's all good, cuz you know you got the memo
Richard Fitzwell, that's my alter ego
[Hook: Zeke Hart]
You can touch my face
Fingers ripping off your lace
Backdoor, won't leave no trace
You know that I really want you
Taking off my shirt
You know, that I'm a flirt
It's so big, it fucking hurts
You know that I really want you
[Verse 3: Valentine Dalla]
Purge, purge, come in and purge
Internet down. their life is on verge
Bitch I’m spicy, more than cinnamon
Posh attitude, I’m a bad ass citizen
Stand up for my rights, yeah, fuck Miranda
Playboy bunny, I’m Amanda
You know your love is my fucking urge
No ménage à trois, these bitches need church
[Bridge: Valentine Dalla]
I’ve been waiting, for this moment
Power couple, make them nervous
They will never, understand this
Feeling inside, that we’re holding
[Verse 4: Valentine Dalla]
Pitchfork, and insert
Let me feel that big girth
Push me, pull my hair
Make this fat tight pussy squirt
Cuz you know when I want it, imma get it 
Rough and deep inside of me, no slit
Imma jump on your banana, do the split
Feed him cookie for breakfast, yeah that's my clit
Baby, baby, baby
Throat killer
Dance floor, MJ thriller
Got the lift, need no filler
Bounce back, like gorilla
Born skinny bitch, IG beauty filter
Never used faceapp, thrifting ugly chinchillas
I been, I been, I been
Ruh-running this place
You bitches be sweating, gotta lose some weight 
All these girls looking the same, Mary and Kate
I'm definitely unique, now I see why y'all hate
[Hook: Zeke Hart & Valentine Dalla]
You can touch my face
Fingers ripping off your lace
Backdoor, won't leave no trace
You know that I really want you
Taking off my shirt
You know, that I'm a flirt
It's so big, it fucking hurts
You know that I really want you

Written by Valentine Dalla, Ezekiel Hartenstein
Produced by MOMOW

WANT U (feat. Zeke Hart)

DRIVE (feat. Sparky Kane)

mixed by @niko-rain
After finding out about a record breaking million dollar deal between the chart topping girl group The BIMBOS and WuChang Records, MDMR Executives were feeling sour. As a direct response to Sparky Kane’s track 'Medusa' The BIMBOS fire back with a response of their own.

[VERSE 1]
Lemme start off by statin the facts
How you gonna put our diss on a half assed track 
You really thought the BIMBOS couldn’t do rap
even though you know our pop shit do slap
Yeah Dwayne you a bitch if you think i won't name drop, everybody know SG dont cap
Yeah I’d be mad too if the biggest girl group didn’t sign to your flop label with a contract 
 
[VERSE 2]
Left the city for three weeks, I ain’t heard three peeps, from the execs in the studio
You bitches busy doing gang shit,
Fuck with us we gonna make the music go bang bitch!
Guess you forgot you had a record label
That shit is so unstable and running real fucking slow
You too busy living double lives couldn’t show up to a single show, is that who you really wanna make your COO?

[VERSE 3]
Didn’t you say you’re WUCHANG’s FINEST?
HOW U GONNA SWITCH UP LIKE MILEY CYRUS?
BUSTED ASS BITCH YEAH YOU SHOULD HAVE HAD A STYLIST
Now your kissing CLAIREs feet like shes YOUR HIGHNESS
You say we talk about pussy thats what you claim
Ima show you how the BIMBOS switch up the rap game 
At least we know how do it versatile, say we sound the same? BITCH switch up ur style 

 [VERSE 4]
Lemme not forget about this dude Dwayne, Spoke about some issues but nothing ever changed. 
How the fuck you gonna expect us to stay, when all you be doing is makin false claims
Think its Funny how we left now u wanna fix shit, is it cause you realized that ur label took a big hit
Found our replacement in less than a day, quality not quantity aint that what you say?




 [CHORUS]
B-I-M-B-O’S 
200k into 6 zeros
Bragging bout the money from our EP show
But you think that we left for the dinero
B-I-M-B-O’S 
MDMR = FLOP they aint comin close
Whole damn label must be stuck in a comatose
You bitches out of sync but hatin’ on our choreo

[VERSE 5]
Thinking that we used you 
Just not the truth
Thinkya forgot we’re the cities biggest debut 
Did that independently, Did it all separately, Self-Made Celebrities 
Don't discredit me 
Can count all of your events on one hand
7 months no…… that wasn't the plan
We got shows booked but they weren’t through you 
Jus with connections ya we make do

[VERSE 6]
Everybody hear molly, think minaj not rollin
Now you with the boys cause you can’t control em 
Missing all your hits take a class in bowling 
She only here cause she munching dwayne's foreskin 

Sparky why you wanna run your mouth
How you wanna diss, but you weren’t around
Acting like you know what really went down
Not our fault that you ran a ghost town 

Send us back to chop? Now that we getting our bag from bops? 
How bout you take a walk back to the block,
Fuck you wannna teach us, 
When you can't do your job



Yeah you wanna call us greedy? 
Cause we went and did the swap
It was more than the money, so we think it’s kinda funny
Cause we left yall, but you wanna say we got dropped

[CHORUS]
B-I-M-B-O’S 
200k into 6 zeros
Bragging bout the money from our EP showt
But you think that we left for the dinero
B-I-M-B-O’S 
MDMR = FLOP they aint comin close
Whole damn label mustbe stuck in a comatose
You bitches out of sync but hatin’ on our choreo

MDMR = FLOP

Produced by @YunnyGoldz

[Hook]

Don't nobody gotta tell me I got it (Nope!)
No Snow but I be the product (Woo!)
Feel like a star I don't care bout the comments
2 nominations and still not a project
Ugh, got me feeling nostalgic
I'm from the sticks the sticks on me often (Yer!)
I hit a lick pull out the blick
And then I go dip that's why I be saucin' (I be saucin!)

[Verse 1] 

Nuff said
I just want brain like the undead (Woo!)
Claim you got techs but it's unread
Another wannabe goat tryna butt heads (Huh?!)
But y'all don't know nothing bout Chance (Nope!)
Y'all don't know nothing bout Conn (So?)
Y'all don't know nothing bout Cee$ when he's not on a song
Like am I right? am I wrong? tell me (Tell me!)
And I'm one man deep in the street
Hot N Ready tell me that I'm not valid (Huh?!)
I was flippin' them birds word to Pigeon 
That's why I say that I got talents (Woo!)
Wordplay
I'm bout being the best in the worst way
And, tell Naomi that I got that cake
Scott free and it feels like my birthday (Hahaha)
Anybody want it? come and get it
I'm willing to give it we could do it any day now (Woo!)
Anybody wanna slide I'ma swinging
The monkey bars that I'm bringing got 'em thinking it's playground (Yuh!)
Diving deep while they 3 feet chillin'
I'm a baller that's why you see me in it
Wu sovereign I get dollars go harder
Prodigy it's so easy living

[Verse 2]

Yung Cae$ar Salad that's straight to your brain
Always be balling my lettuce remain
Killin these tracks like I'm killin the cat
So I guess that's my cue cause I'm running the train
Big Wu bitch and we do it gargantuan
Please tell me who think out here matching it
Give it a second ponder and answer it
Promise whoever you thought you imagined it
Skip the games it ain't telephone
Hang it up and stay the hell at home
Pop you when I pop melatonin
Word to Ryan my brethren dozing
And you know this 
Been a threat since the day I came in
Got discovered it was like the cavemen
Had to go a Lil Nuts no Entertainment
But now I'm here I've made my mark got bars up out the wazoo
Dead a rapper mentioning my name watch who you talk to
If they duckin I get huntin pull you'll get shot too
Heard these Saints was twatting talking caca I'm like "Taj who?"
Only take trips to the Taj Mahal
How you crossing me when you dropped the ball?
Do I get on all fours and bark like dogs?
No I hit it doggystyle no paws at all
"Oh my god I got a real deep voice
And it's so fuckin sexy she got no choice
Yet I'm still a rebound and he's made some points
Oh my god she's twatting I should make some noise"

[Hook]

Don't nobody gotta tell me I got it (Nope!)
No Snow but I be the product (Woo!)
Feel like a star I don't care bout the comments
2 nominations and still not a project
Ugh, got me feeling nostalgic
I'm from the sticks the sticks on me often (Yer!)
I hit a lick pull out the blick
And then I go dip that's why I be saucin' (I be saucin!)

666 (Feat. Yung Fierro)

SAINT NOELLE

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