Rush - LuvDior

Pride - Mako V

Blame It On The Love by Sasha-Rue
Produced by LOreal
Studio404 Records

Blame It On The Love - Sasha-Rue

Re-live the experience of Faye, Stacy Cox, LUNA & Sasha-Rue performing live at the 2023 PRIDE Festival!

Set Tracklists

Faye:
Undone
Loaded Gun
I Was Wrong
Way Worse
Don't Blame Me

Stacy Cox:
For The Girlies
SHOT
Harmony/Lie To Me/Beautiful Lies
FAME
BLOW
Bimbo Bitch

LUNA:
Blah Blah Blah
Caution
Don't Like Me
Eskimo Kisses
Thunder

Sasha-Rue:
New Limits
Blame It On The Love
MOTORMAMI
[Motha Interlude]
Supernova
One In A Million
Rocket Girl

Thank you for having 404 this year.

Faye Set [Live]

Diss Track Szn Pt. 2

Somebody tell em boys to please stop trying me 
Walked em down hit him in is eye cause he was dying to see
What i’m on? 
Bitch on hots 
He done won that lottery 
I told her that she best off sucking dick cause she ain’t lining me

No care about a No Love it’s no time for me 
You can’t get no switch up on that tec so boy don’t lie to me
And I ain’t PD but when i pull up i’m gone line the street 
I Just hit up brody like they dissing we assigned the sweep 
Aye legacy the reason why y’all popping
And if it want for Wunner all that music get to flopping 
Why you worried bout that bitch?
She in my phone and she ain’t stopping
Y’all really gotta hear me out 
She in my phone and that bitch topless
We gone bring that beef like jimmy dean
hit his bean no Mr Clean 
That chain on me bling bling
Send that boy some rounds ding ding
Aye y’all done started with the wrong one 
I’m like Tyson with these disses come out throwing shots in round one
How y’all jacking that he him he got like 3 songs 
I could do what they do in 6 months with only 3 songs
Treat em like a bitch get beat on 
This a pissy blunt got peed on
Bitch i’m him I put the team on
If it’s beef i bring that T-Bone
Me and brody really carrying all these dummies on they fuckin songs
And I don’t care if it get wild I hop out whips and hit em like a bong
And you know they whole team depressed 
Bitch you dumb if you think D pressed
Run up on me hit his v neck 
Bitch you dumb if you think we next 
And man how you dissing Luna
You was out simping 
Mixing songs then you copped a house and she went out grinchin
Brody dropped a diss then deleted shit now he out missing 
Wouldn’t let her pay for any of them songs cause he was out simping 
Man I talk a lot shit cause on my soul them boys can’t fuck with me
It’s alotta rackies and i got em sticking out my dungarees
Man he hate Dior she love Dior that bitch was tryna hump on me
They ain’t got no fuckin bars so I put bread they try to dump on me
How the fuck is you gangsta wearing fishnets and bonnet
He don’t want that smoke shit chronic
Pass a opp to bro i’m diming 
And on some G shii I got a question how is VB breathing
He was in like 7 different gangs and ya just let em leave it
And I ain’t saying bro should die but i’m just fuckin saying
If y’all ain’t blood em out ya’ll ain’t on shii so cut the gang banging 
I’m just saying ain’t no real gangs 
Man them boys don’t fuck with culture
I be in that field much you know that i ride with vultures 
Stop claiming you a gang banger
Rockin all this fashion nova
Press me in a fishnet 
Bitch i’m just gon run you over
No Love No Love 
Get that shit up out my fuckin ear 
If it ain’t my brother on that beat then I don’t fuckin care
They like oh my god that’s GOAT i’m like bitch please 
Knocker on my body ima throw
Wont let em get me

Somebody tell em boys to please stop trying me 
Walked em down hit him in is eye cause he was dying to see
What i’m on? 
Bitch on hots 
He done won that lottery 
I told her that she best off sucking dick cause she ain’t lining me

No Name Drops (No Love Diss) - LuvDior

(Verse 1)
I can’t show you no and I can’t no sympathy 
Fuck what you be saying cause at the end you is my enemy 
When I sold you all these guns, you didnt have this energy 
Calling out VB guess that boy had little jealously 

Carried on a song but you’re not without Mari 
Slamming haters number 1 and I’m hoopin like Amare 
Not like a shooter like steph but your little ass is sorry 
Should’ve shot for your brother now his ass in the safari 

Woo back woo hoo stomped him in my Jimmy choos 
Plenty dogs, plenty guns, bitch we makin money moves 
On the rise I’m on top you my son peep the view 
Grab the 5 get the guns put that pussy on the news 


Heard that pussy on the chapter wanna go and rip a page 
Gunner is the only reason that sorry ass is paid 
Instead of talking shit go and grab Dior and catch this fade 
Sweep these bitches up clean fit I’m like a fucking maid 

CEO the biggest creeper, fucked his artist when they feature 
Pocketed all this money and he ran off like a fucking preacher 
Keep your paws to yourself you dirty little fucking creature 
Label all full of pussies shaken up like a seizure 

(Hook)
Ain’t no pressure ain’t no pressure, ain’t no pressure it’s a diss 
Ain’t no pressure ain’t no pressure, ain’t no pressure i make hits 
Ain’t no pressure ain’t no pressure, ain’t no pressure you a bitch 
Ain’t no pressure ain’t no pressure, ain’t no pressure I’m on your head til it’s splits 


(Verse 2)
You ain’t say no names cause yo ass is fucking pussy 
I’m in the king in this bitch and my gun will make him boogie 
Claiming that you mike but yo ass is swinging like a rookie 
Grab that goofy by the head and knock him out like Snooki 
Beach boys WildNOut ima hit em with this cannon 
I’m sharpe in this bitch and first name is Shannon 
You bitches is some pussies and ya smelling a salmon 
And they’ll end up up on Twitter and they tweeting like Karen 

(Hook)
Ain’t no pressure ain’t no pressure, ain’t no pressure it’s a diss 
Ain’t no pressure ain’t no pressure, ain’t no pressure i make hits 
Ain’t no pressure ain’t no pressure, ain’t no pressure you a bitch 
Ain’t no pressure ain’t no pressure, ain’t no pressure I’m on your head til it’s splits

NO PRESSURE - Naldi

Hey Naldi.. like why you keep talking that shit you get carried by Sasha
He keep popping that shit out the side of his neck imma pull up and hit that lil boy wit da knocka

And we know you a opp, I really hope Gunner ain't pay for yo feature on "Chop"
All of yo music is ass, whenever you diss it song like you gargling cock
So why did you speak on the gang, when we was around you never came spin onna block
Yo only hit song was carried by Winnie, he really yo daddy you callin him pops
And I really feel bad for any dumbass who paid yo lil ass for a feat
The way you deliver yo lyrics on songs I don't even know why you pay for the beat
Go get him a back brace, I'm talkin bout Gunner he carried the team
Naldi a pussy, he finna get treat like a cat the way I come through with a beam

Hey Naldi, like why you keep dissing the twins you know we get onnat
Sasha be killing you, everytime she onna song, she treating yo ass like a doormat
So why are you all in my ear tryna rap, don't nobody want that
Get em up outta the stu, his lyrics are poop, so point this lil bitch where the door at
So why did you speak on my name, you know that this shit get messy
I'm in the bahamas, I'm fuckin yo mama, she all on her knees tryna give me that necky
Why is ya'll claiming ya'll really be bangin, how did that boy get a switch onna techy
You need to stop talkin that shit, yo homie a bitch, he know it I'm talkin bout Keshi

Look
If he feelin offended go tell that lil boy I'll be here for the month
Why is he beggin for smoke, my twin'll pull up witta pole and put him inna blunt
Naldi ain't never out getting no pussy, he be payin dem artist to fuck
Keshi be watching his girl go fuck up on all of these dudes, you know he a cuck

It's really ashame, why you keep on saying my name, you know that I'm poppin
Why would you come for a artist that's better than you, is dissin me really an option
You be cookin that mid everytime you go hop onna mic, you trash really just stop it
That song was better when Keshi was there by himself, like what was you saying on "Toxic"
Now look at the lyrics you really be saying on songs, that shit really never made since
Up till this day i still would'nt pay for a feature, i still would'nt give em a cent
Gunner and Sasha be carrying all of ya songs, they really be giving you hits
Like why was you squashing the beef with Jay Wood, look Naldi you really a bitch

Look Naldi you really a simp
Look Naldi you really a hoe
Look Naldi you really be holding dem guns, but Naldi was never out shootin that pole
Look Naldi you really can't rap
Look Naldi you all inna pack
Look Naldi you really not good at the music so really stop rapping that shit getting trash

No Mercy (Diss) - LuvDior

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