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Always Be Mine (Interlude)

Puddles

Get One Thing

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
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

STBU (feat. Lana Valentine)

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 her boyfriend, @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)

Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
EP Cover Art made by @lndxr
Valentine closes up her first EP "CONDOLENCES" with a club banger inspired from the Y2K Icon Britney Spears.

Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ay, check me out, check me out
That’s right
I don’t want no bouts, alright
Designer custom made
Permanent icon, cannot fade
Oh na na, what’s my name
Ask me that, you’ll look very lame
Live under a rock, that’s such a shame
Don’t worry
Dallanation will come and slay
[Hook]
Rest in peace, rest in peace
Bitch go down, get on your knees
Fall back, hit the curb
Get ran over on the street
Rest in peace, rest in peace
To all my debt and maintenance fees
What comes goes around
Your body will not be found
[Verse 2]
You look very very beautiful, dead
Forewarned is forearmed, better bring the bread
She had a small brain, but a big botched head
Dr. Miami himself couldn't even helped
Pop a molly, lick a lolly
Copped a cotton candy mink, hotter than cali
Got more wood and flowers, than holly
Broads laughing at me, looking like a jolly
I'm an italian full of sass
If you a broke boy, imma have to pass
I'm not falling or sticking, onto the mass
Don't get too attached, feelings shatter like glass
Blackout, you want a piece of me?
Got a big large cake, next to the sea
Sand be all over my feet
Kick rocks dumb hoe, you mad cuz i'm heat
[Hook]
Rest in peace, rest in peace
Bitch go down, get on your knees
Fall back, hit the curb
Get ran over on the street
Rest in peace, rest in peace
To all my debt and maintenance fees
What comes goes around
Your body will not be found

Written by Valentine Dalla
Produced by BJ Lips

REST IN PEACE

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