Valentine Dalla finally releases her anticipated debut single "All Eyes On Me" for NoPixel 3.0
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/6lRlnSvAfizxPh1EJj8OZk?si=21ee51b0889d4b20

[OTT]
Creampie, Creation
[Valentine]
Uh yeah uh, come get it now
Uh yeah uh, what you waiting for
Uh yeah uh, don’t be late now
Now (x6)
All eyes on me in the club
All eyes on me (Only me) 
All eyes on me in the club
All eyes on me (All eyes on me in the club)
Legally blonde, face front on elle
Imma take W’s, while you take those L's
I’m a diva, louis, gucci, fendi
Got too much shit, might buy a benzie
Diamonds on my neck, ice ice on my wrist
2000’s looking bitch, straight out the torre eiffel
Bomb bars, fast cars, dior and chanel
I’m a boss ass bitch, can’t you tell?
All eyes on me in the club (Sassy)
All eyes on me (Only me)
All eyes on me in the club (Classy)
All eyes on me (Savage)
All eyes on, me in the club
All eyes on, me
Now (x6)
D-A-L-L-A, Valentine
I’m worth millions, you’re not worth my time
Expensive taste, top shelf
I’m a fashion icon, sizanani lion
Punani on lock, hard to find the key
Dasani, I’m the chick that you wish to fuck
Long blonde hair, rapunzel turned bad
I am that bitch, call me boss
All eyes on me in the club
All eyes on me (Only me) 
All eyes on me in the club
All eyes on me (All eyes on me in the club)
All eyes on me in the club (Sassy)
All eyes on me (Only me)
All eyes on me in the club (Classy)
All eyes on me (Savage)

Written and performed by Valentine Dalla
Produced by Sinjon and Mixed & Mastered by Dualiity

All Eyes On Me

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/7ieWDhbavIzXBtGlp5fILn?si=91e23252c6b54607
Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
Artwork made by Voyn Design

Miss Dalla after switching labels finally debuts in Wu Chang Records with a bossy, feminine and strong track that empowers her persona and shows off what she's really about.

lyrics
[intro]
valentine dalla
[hook]
i’m a mean girl in a toxic world
my bitches plastic, we are fantastic yeah
you can hold my bags, while i run these checks yeah
life is a movie, legally blonde, sue me
i’m a mean girl in a toxic world
these girls are envy, they wanna be me yeah
staring at my pics, the obsession is real real
leave you in the dust, baby you can’t sit with us
[verse 1]
barbie perfect face
skinny shiny i’m a porcelain doll
body looking vase
these legs ain’t standers hun
look i’m the ace
where my rivals i ain’t seeing nun
king i checkmate
this pussy comes with a bun
miss dalla why you so damn fine?
i don’t know man, all i know you wanna be clyde
but this bonnie ain’t really that easy peezy
these lemons hard, but who can really squeeze it
being underdog is not that easy of a job
going ruff ruff on these peasents like it’s prime time
majesty, you’re no queen bow down hoe
get my torpendo and coke, gimme that combo
all this perfume on me got me smelling coco
chanel not powder, i’m wu-chang’s rap princess
my records sitting cute in the wall of guinness
valentine is the baddest? the answer is yes
[hook]
i’m a mean girl in a toxic world
my bitches plastic, we are fantastic yeah
you can hold my bags, while i run these checks yeah
life is a movie, legally blonde, sue me
i’m a mean girl in a toxic world
these girls are envy, they wanna be me yeah
staring at my pics, the obsession is real real
leave you in the dust, baby you can’t sit with us
[verse 2]
girls with dalla
to the met gala
boys wanna holla
they switch up montana
hannah x7
is it glory to the cock or glory to the pussy?
these men be wilding, want a taste of my coochie
women be jelly, cause i got the best coochie
talking all that shit while smelling badussy
[hook]
i’m a mean girl in a toxic world
my bitches plastic, we are fantastic yeah
you can hold my bags, while i run these checks yeah
life is a movie, legally blonde, sue me
i’m a mean girl in a toxic world
these girls are envy, they wanna be me yeah
staring at my pics, the obsession is real real
leave you in the dust, baby you can’t sit with us

Written and performed by Valentine Dalla
Original Demo by Barbie Oberlin
Produced by prod.Mus

Mean Girl

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/23AlJ9VZfS9XufMypKpef4?si=3a87e37cb77a4bdb
Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
Artwork made by Voyn Design

Miss Dalla after switching labels finally debuts in Wu Chang Records with another powerful EDM based track responding to scenarios she went through in the past and dealing with the backlash.

lyrics
[intro]
valentine dalla
[hook]
you wanna let me know something
but i already do know
wanna crack jokes think it’s funny
you are a clown
cannot hurt me or offend me
honey i’m not like that
try again
i’m not a wannabe pick me sis
[post hook]
bitch i’ve been getting money honey
without riding ponies yuh
crackheads party doing drugs
emos in the building yuh
this a club anthem
not another lame ass diss track yuh
from the looks to the taste
wanna make me vomit, yuh
[verse 1]
bitches say i have davinci accent
they say that i’m cute, then steal my outfit
beret on my head, bonjour bitch, knock it
rip your head off, burn it then imma slice it
robbing banks with X, making more money than XXX
potrait on the wall, this ain’t no liquor store
pussy expensive, this ain’t no fucking dollar store
if i was you, i’d wish i was a damn whore
[pre-hook]
mansions on the hill, looking big
pockets looking like i caught a lick
baby i’m a g, i got o’s, i get d
unlike you, i’m not a wannabe pick me, sis
mansions on the hill, looking big
pockets looking like i caught a lick
baby i’m a g, i got o’s, i get d
unlike you, i’m not a wannabe pick me, sis
[hook]
you wanna let me know something
but i already do know
wanna crack jokes think it’s funny
you are a clown
cannot hurt me or offend me
honey i’m not like that
try again
i’m not a wannabe pick me sis
[post hook]
bitch i’ve been getting money honey
without riding ponies yuh
crackheads party doing drugs
emos in the building yuh
this a club anthem
not another lame ass diss track yuh
from the looks to the taste
wanna make me vomit, yuh
[verse 2]
subtitles? your mouth wider than a grotto
wannabe cardi b, throwing shoes and bottles
i sound luxurious, win me you won the lotto
casino, have you ever met a guy named nino?
can give you a lotta money, i heard he’s latino
but under there, it’s very small like san marino
i didn’t say it, me and my girls riding in the chino
minding my own business while sipping capuccino
[pre-hook]
mansions on the hill, looking big
pockets looking like i caught a lick
baby i’m a g, i got o’s, i get d
unlike you, i’m not a wannabe pick me, sis
[hook]
you wanna let me know something
but i already do know
wanna crack jokes think it’s funny
you are a clown
cannot hurt me or offend me
honey i’m not like that
try again
i’m not a wannabe pick me sis
[outro]
davinci accent, vinci accent

Written and performed by Valentine Dalla
Produced by Black Rose Beatz

Davinci Accent

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/71IC0MjqWmtNea1kFXxf45?si=84703e2b087446bd
Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
Artwork made by Voyn Design

Valentine comes back with a banging track featuring Eezy, rapping about her experience in jail being charged with second degree murder for self defense.

lyrics
[intro - valentine]
all these bitches trynna murder me but im still breathin’
in in hale in and out
my style they wanna mimick
do my shit on my own, versatile with no limit
i’m the virus in this rap game, got you hoes sneezing
[hook - valentine]
250 months in jail, what about it? (what about it?)
second degree murder, i’m proud about it (proud about it)
self defense, you gon regret, this ain’t a boomerang
can’t reverse back, you’re already dead
got it good, got it good
cinderella lost her shoe (YIKES)
the prince couldn’t save her
shoulda have sat and ate her food
got it good, got it good
crime scene with bloody shoes
knock them out, hide em in a bush
it’s a wrap, i got it good
[verse 1 - valentine]
been rapping since 14 (mhh mhh)
16 in the middle of miami
lil iggy, they cannot stand me
baddest white bitch who the fuck is mackenzie
steppin' in the room got them shaking while i jiggle my booty
me and my man we shooting a movie
1969, should have starred in pookie
PG 18, fuck me raw, no sushi
smoking some doja, keepin’ it juicy
fast n furious got me yelling goofy
he slurpin hard call me freshen smoothie
trick or treat, we love being spooky
miss ma’am
i’m a real italian, i ain’t no scam (nah)
i ain’t scared
already shot up a bitch, my gun go bam bam!
creampie in my east side
to get me, beat it up, issa fist fight
judge judy more than dead inside
nobody knew him, meet him at the morgue
stole his sledgehammer and his uzi
it’s about money, i ain’t choosy
valentine’s massacre day
killed three people, picked their fate
[hook - valentine]
250 months in jail, what about it? (what about it?)
second degree murder, i’m proud about it (proud about it)
self defense, you gon regret, this ain’t a boomerang
can’t reverse back, you’re already dead
got it good, got it good
cinderella lost her shoe
the prince couldn’t save her
shoulda have sat and ate her food
got it good, got it good
crime scene with bloody shoes
knock them out, hide em in a bush
it’s a wrap, i got it good
[verse 2 - eezy]
hol up
i’m in this bitch with a whole lotta killas
they clappin’ shit up
these fakers been talkin’ like they really gangsta
but i know they pussy, i don’t give a fuck
shot and he caught that shit under his chin
head open up, saw his brain on the ground
pussy, i wrote all these bars in the pen
i did my time and they let me get out, woah
walk like a demon, a demon
where is you man, i ain’t seen him
i’ll kill a boy for no reason
reach for my shit and i’m squeezin’
fuck with a king and that’s treason
fed pulled me over for speedin’
hang out the window and beam him
scotty keep shotties in shooty
scotty keep shotties in shooty
shoot it’s open season, damn hey
[hook - valentine and eezy]
250 months in jail, what about it? (what about it?)
second degree murder, i’m proud about it (proud about it)
self defense, you gon regret, this ain’t a boomerang
can’t reverse back, you’re already dead
got it good, got it good
cinderella lost her shoe (haha)
the prince couldn’t save her
shoulda have sat and ate her food
got it good, got it good
crime scene with bloody shoes
knock them out, hide em in a bush
it’s a wrap, i got it good

Written and performed by Valentine Dalla and Emon Zane
Produced by Astrid Beats

Got It Good (feat. Eezy)

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/5sHesNmpHBiN7VLMnA3QjY?si=uh_beUehRRa9cXPorgfXEw
Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
Artwork made by Saint Noelle

Valentine gets into her sexual side with her fellow bestie and label mate Zarina Vega, in an explosive rap track giving off luxurious vibes.

lyrics
[verse 1 - valentine]
daddy’s little monster
yeah i’m that bitch
goofy little rats
trynna get on my shit
roaches with diamonds
on god, let me find em
bimbos and himbos
motherfucka, that’s my lingo
i’m a brat, i’m a doll
pussy pink like flamingo
money bags, laundry cash
for a check i’ll grab and snatch a soul
playing with his balls like ping pong
then i slurp on the ding dong
got rocks on my tits
left one is flint
right one is these stones
motherfucka i’m a mami
don’t you play me, tamagotchi
body dripping in versace
scold my back, hibachi
sports car plate is bad bitch
red light green light, they switch
it’s real life
call me your wife
this ain’t a game
i got money and fame
[hook - valentine]
backseat, in my backseat
let’s take a ride in the backseat
choke me, spank me, i know you wanna tame me
cookie in your mouth, that’s my clit
backseat, in my backseat
let’s take a ride in the backseat
use me, play me, i want you to faze me
let me suffocate you with my ass cheeks
[verse 2 - valentine]
baby let me clean it, let me swallow, let me uh uh
this cookie so raw, add sum milk, need calcium
tall and boujee, no hairy pussy
savage little girl, riding dick like a stallion
if you cheat imma chop it off with a katana
bad ass bitch, call me kitana
playground, my toy is your banana
please guild trip me, make me suffer
i don't like boring sex thats why we go awf
i want it rough boy, take the condom off
porno with two bad chicks
me and zarina
call us the squirt squad
all up in your ears, call it the moaning whispers
scream my name, everyday, everynight
teeth sharper than a knife, don’t worry, i don’t bite
[hook - valentine]
backseat, in my backseat (yah)
let’s take a ride in the backseat (vroom vroom)
choke me, spank me, i know you wanna tame me
cookie in your mouth, that’s my clit (ah!)
backseat, in my backseat
let’s take a ride in the backseat
use me, play me, i want you to faze me
let me suffocate you with my ass cheeks
[verse 3 - zarina] 
backseat, backseat
you bitches cannot stop me (no)
fake taxi, taxi
cuz i’ll make you happy
got so much green
i might become a gardener
i got miss V next to me
cuz i’m guardin her
last man was like a chihuhua
goddamn, he never last an hour
oh my, missile ended up a shell
in the backseat, he boring as hell
no man ever wastin' my time
if he shoot at me, it's a decline
pussy credit, so damn high
make his ass, fall in line
for faking me, i fuck his best friend
now i put him in the back of my benz
we’ll fuck on, the backseat
my throat right, on his D
i ride him up, while we go autopilot
no tesla, he come and slide it
in this pussy yuh (in this pussy yuh)
[hook - valentine and zarina]
backseat, in my backseat
let’s take a ride in the backseat
choke me, spank me, i know you wanna tame me
cookie in your mouth, that’s my clit
backseat, in my backseat
let’s take a ride in the backseat
use me, play me, i want you to faze me (yes)
let me suffocate you with my ass cheeks
cum inside me

Written and performed by Valentine Dalla, Zarina Vega and Karina Giselle
Produced by BlackSurfer

Backseat (feat. Zarina Vega)

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

Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
Artwork made by @lndxr
Original song by @misslizanya featuring @carmellacorset

Lyrics
Round ass make him want me sittin’ on it feeling cocky
These bitches actin’ funny cause I got the best body
If I want it I got it he said my coochie is fire
He buy me Gucci and Prada and now I got him on lock-a
Ass is fat
He like that
If it’s like that I might have to throw some ass
I got
Hella stacks
Yeah they mad
If it’s like that
I might have to throw some ass at him
It’s VD the OG
Everybody know I been that bitch
Get into it
I don’t got the time to be fighting over dick
If your man’s into it, imma get my fix
I feel like I’m in the Louvre, put my pussy on a pedestal
We don’t need no lube, when he kiss up on my genital
All these dudes should know, that they dick is expendable
These hoes should be scared, cause my pussy is incredible
Yeah all my girls in the club make that ass move
Wanna see that shit gain some speed and altitude
All my girls in the club make that ass shake
Bounce that shit back and forth make a twerkquake
Always had a big fat ass and the thighs match
All em boys really tryna get a taste of my snatch
Double d’s knock an eye out need an eyepatch
Your man wanna tap it so bad like an iPad
Bitch its payday
Make my ass shake
I’mma move it like that yayo
shake it till my ass break
Out my lane hoe
Out my way hoe
Me and my man cashing out like we won the lotto
Imma keep it real, all eyes on me
He fuck me so good I’m screaming like a banshee
Oh the way I move she can’t do it can she
She could never show me up cause I’m too flashy
Bitches talk too much I'm in their head rent-free
Bitches copy too much I shoulda charge ‘em a fee
These bitches look up to me when they think who they wanna be
I might fuck around and swallow the class of 2043
They call me twerk queen, cause I cause a tsunami
In front of the line, guess I’m the priority
He’s gonna munch this pussy like salami
Before I cum I will need daddy's authority
Hopping on his stick
Favorite piece of meat
Bricked up every night
Beat this pussy, it’s a catfight
Red are my cheeks
Handprints on my peach
Sitting on his face
On my knees, like I’m bout to preach
Yeah i'm so thick
Make him do a double-take
Yeah this shit is double-decker
Stacked like a wedding cake
Pretty face little waist
Pussy wetter than a lake
Causing an avalanche when I make that ass shake
Bitch take a look at me
Then take a look at you
Steppin out the limo
In my brand new Jimmy Choos
It’s not my fault your ex man didn’t want you
I didn’t tell him shit, anyways he already choose
Yeah all my girls in the club make that ass move
Wanna see that shit gain some speed and altitude
All my girls in the club make that ass shake
Bounce that shit back and forth make a twerkquake
I got two big titties and a thick ol ass, if I didn’t spit so hard that’s how I’d make my cash
I ain’t no side chick, bitch, you just his stash house
Shut ya mouth when you see me with my ass out
Ya bitch
Ass is fat
He like that
If it’s like that, I might have to throw some ass, I got
Hella stacks
Yeah they mad
If it’s like that, I might have to throw some ass at him

Written and performed by Valentine Dalla, Liz Anya, Karina Giselle and Jean Paracetamol
Produced by DJCHOPPALOT

TWERKQUAKE COVER

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 @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

Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
Valentine mashes up and covers @zarina-vega's OVERDRIVE and @bimbosduh's DRIVE for the Wu-Chang Masquerade Event.

Lyrics
VERSE 1
Hit you with an overdrive
Didn't mean to override
Catching coin like Mario
Catching dick in the Barrio
I go from Los Santos to Paleto
I ignore the traffic law, that don't bother me
I ain't a racer, but I'll erase you anyday
It was so easy, celebrate with a bottle of champagne
Going fast, you would think I'm Sonic
But only thing blue is the balls I gave you, that's ironic

PRE-CHORUS
Baby I don't wanna hear you just talk talk
Put it in reverse, let me do it all all yeah 
I don't wanna hear a thing 
Just let me hear the engine 
(Let's go)

CHORUS
Going overdrive, you won't survive (No)
I'm in a car, but I'm still fly (Woo)
Going overdrive, you won't survive (No!)
I'm in a car, but I'm still fly (Hey)
Yeah we going overdrive, we going overdrive
We going overdrive and I won't simplify
We going for a ride, right at this time of day
Going overdrive, don't need a valet

VERSE 2
Boy get in my pink G (Vroom vroom)
We can head on down to Vespucci beach
Boy you like my new bikini? (So sexy)
So let's move this party over to the backseat
Let me give you head while you’re boosting, yeah 
Got the radio booming booming, yeah
In a Futo zooming zooming, yeah 
You know I'm ready, let's move it, yeah

PRE-CHORUS
Yeah, I skrrt, I skrrt,
With my pretty pink skirt
If it ain't a pink lambo
Then I don't want it
Drivin so smooth it be like honey
First place is mine, I'll send you in a ditch before you have it

CHORUS
Boy shut up and drive drive
I'm trynna feel alive alive
Yeah I’m Feeling the cold air
Got the breeze in my hair
Boy shut up and drive drive
I'm tryna feel alive alive
Yeah I’m feeling the cold air
Got the breeze in my hair

VERSE 3
Turn this shit up
In the motherfucking club
Too hot, when I step in these mirrors get fogged
All these boys asking me, if I wanna get fucked
My answer is, I’m not your one night dirty sock
Trynna touch me, you’re dead, it’s deuce up
Exclusive body shit
I don’t come with a coupon
Expensive and rich
Never gonna loosen up
It’s Valentine Dalla, bitch
Terrorist but not a snitch
(Sni, sni, sni, sni, sni, sni, sni, SNITCH!)

CHORUS
Boy shut up and drive drive
I'm trynna feel alive alive
Yeah I’m Feeling the cold air
Got the breeze in my hair
Blow it up, blow it up!
Yeah we goin' overdrive, we goin' overdrive
We going overdrive, and I won't simplify
We going for a ride, right at this time of day
Going overdrive, don't need a valet

OUTRO
OVERDRIVE, OVERDRIVE
OVERDRIVE, OVERDRIVE
OVERDRIVE, OVERDRIVE
OVERDRIVE, OVERDRIVE

Written and performed by Valentine Dalla, Zarina Vega, BIMBOS
Produced by Knzo

OVER/DRIVE (Cover of Zarina Vega & BIMBOS)

Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
Final track from the "Queen Cobra" single package

Lyrics
(Verse 1)
My heart is ice cold
Unbeareable, I told you so
Yeah, I'm selling my soul
For a million deal, you would do it too
I'm a naughty girl
And I caught your eye
Innocent looking with a twisted mind
Aura too bright, gonna make you blind
If we fall for each other, all the stars aligned
(Pre-chorus)
Uh, it's doomsday
Killing bodies, stealing souls
It's time to pay
Put shame on me, you'll have less to say
Don't be playing with fire, just stick to the bay
Acting wild like rabies
Got 'em crying they're babies
Nights out, with my ladies
Back home with my Mercedes
Acting wild like rabies
Got 'em crying they're babies
Nights out, with my ladies
Back home with my Mercedes
(Chorus)
Bite you off
Give you poison (Poison)
Give you poison (Poison)
Give you poison (Poison)
Bite you off
Give you poison (Poison)
Give you poison (Poison)
Give you poison (Poison)
(Post-chorus)
Rah, snake
You know who I claim
This ain't about fame
I cannot be tamed
Rah, snake
You know who I claim
This ain't about fame
I cannot be tamed
(Verse 2)
Scared of me?
I'm the new sensation (Sensation)
Female rap, I represent a generation (Generation)
Forget about the hollaback, we're the IT Girls
If you wanna talk that talk, better treat us as pearls
Think I'm kidding? Fuck boys I be hitting
Tits perky, ass fat, it hurts when I'm sitting
When it comes to money, don't do no nit picking
Dolce and Gabanna
I'm so stylish
I be really dripping
(Pre-chorus)
Uh, it's doomsday
Killing bodies, stealing souls
It's time to pay
Put shame on me, you'll have less to say
Don't be playing with fire, just stick to the bay (Rah)
Acting wild like rabies
Got 'em crying they're babies
Nights out, with my ladies
Back home with my Mercedes
Acting wild like rabies
Got em' crying they're babies
Nights out, with my ladies
Back home with my Mercedes
(Chorus)
Bite you off
Give you poison (Poison)
Give you poison (Poison)
Give you poison (Poison)
Bite you off
Give you poison (Poison)
Give you poison (Poison)
Give you poison (Poison)
(Post-chorus)
Rah, snake
You know who I claim
This ain't about fame
I cannot be tamed
Rah, snake
You know who I claim
This ain't about fame
I cannot be tamed
(Bridge)
I'll make this love fall apart
I have to do this
Toxic and dangerous
Hurting like a last kiss
It's been too long (Too long)
Way deeper than the abyss
Fortunately I'm strong (I'm strong)
Sadly you I won't miss
(Outro)
Hey, I won't miss ya (Hey)
Hell no, I won't miss ya (No)
Hey, I won't miss ya (Hey)
Hell no, I won't miss ya (No)
Hey, I won't miss ya (Hey)
Hell no, I won't miss ya (No)
Hey, I won't miss ya (Hey)
Hell no
I won't miss ya

Written and performed by Valentine Dalla
Produced by Minor Mayhem

Queen Cobra

POISON

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

WHORE

Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
Checkmate is the promo single off Dalla's debut album.

Checkmate

OUT NOW EVERYWHERE: https://fanlink.to/confronted
Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
Confronted is the lead single off Valentine Dalla's debut album "Slutronic", coming out this year.

Lyrics
(Intro)
D-A-L-L-A
I have connections
Better not try me (Don't try me)
Looking so cool
My wrist is icy
Blowing like a bomb
Grand is the explosion (Pow, pow)
Too dangerous
My love is poison
Poison, poison
Just like Ivy
Lost you in a wood
Things about to get spicy
Situation is very dicey
Play with fire, your life will be pricey
(Verse)
It’s time to put bitches in place
Main bitch, you know I give face
Too ahead, I’m winning this race
And I’m not gonna leave a trace
Cause I know you boy, yeah I know you want me
With those eyes don’t be looking at me funny
It’s not easy to lick my honey
Before you talk, make sure you have money
Hey, I’m a classy chick
Sweet, but I give a lot of sassiness
Put me on display, I will manifest
You, sit down and watch this
Give you a good, good time
Hair up, head down
There’s my daily dine
Top face card, ain’t no decline
Disagree, bitch are you blind?
I’m fine as wine
(Pre-chorus)
If you want it baby
Get on your knees for me now
You know I’ll teach you
How to be good, don’t you make a sound
I don’t wanna hear it
Baby come and please it
I wanna feel it in my (Ah)
You hate when I tease it, but baby
I do what I want, do what I can
(Chorus)
Ring the alarm, just pound it
So loud your ears are pounding
Gimme a vote, a hundred
You know that I’m really wanted
Ring the alarm, just pound it
Controversial, I’m hunted
Some of these bitches are stunted
They scared of being confronted
(Bridge)
Confronted, confronted
Confronted, confronted
And baby don’t you worry
Cause I’m making all this money, stunting
If a bitch will try us
You know Dalla will confront it (Front it)
(Outro)
It’s natural that I always kill it on every track
Call me Murda Beatz, that’s a matter of fact
Got everything I want now, you better step back
We’re done forever, hurry and close the contract
Solo independent woman, you’re not my issue
Cry over me, do you want a tissue
Don’t reach out to me later saying, oh I miss you
My life is mine, without you, I continue

Slutronic

Confronted (feat. Naomi Scott)

OUT NOW EVERYWHERE: https://fanlink.to/another-wannabe
Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain

Another Wannabe is the single album that includes the Confronted remix by Niko Rain.

Another Wannabe

OUT NOW EVERYWHERE: https://fanlink.to/another-wannabe
Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain

Niko Rain's remix of Confronted by Valentine Dalla featuring Naomi Scott

Confronted (feat. Naomi Scott) [niko rain Remix]

OUT NOW EVERYWHERE: https://fanlink.to/hydra-vdpm
Featuring @pmoneyuk
Mixed and Mastered @niko-rain
Produced by @blakexterra

Lyrics
(Intro)
Uh
(Verse 1)
I ain’t no saint, but BFF with Noelle
666, number of the devil, oh well
Fuck paradise, I'd rather go to hell
Signed the papers, my soul I will sell
Vicious cycle, can’t stop Liz Anya
Blondes have more fun, shoutout to Amara
This party dry, it’s giving Sahara
Let’s get drunk, fucked up like Cara
Spending my entire year
Searching for a soul mate
AHS, not Tommy, I want Tate
Spread my wings, looking around for my fate
I’m a princess, standing in the middle like Kate
Sun shining on me, while I’m wearing Gucci
All these wannabes got me saying, who she
This beat got my pussy ushy gushy
Future is holding me, Nicki Hendrix
Fast racer like Brittany Hendrx
Bitch be humble, word to Kendrick
Stomping on bro’s with my brand new kicks
5’10 tall and expensive wig
None of the hoes could get my fix
Niko Rain it’s a hit, on the mix
I’m gonna be famous my whole life
Wounds on bodies, I’m coming with the knife
(Pre-chorus)
Coming x6
I’m coming with the knife
Coming x6
I’m coming with the knife
(Chorus)
Hydra, Hydra
Cleopatra
With my mind
It’s all a mantra
Hydra, Hydra
Cleopatra
You can’t escape
I already gotcha
(Post-chorus)
You’re not gonna believe, what I’m gonna say
I’m the Hydra in this game that you’ll play
That you’ll play, you’ll be going insane
I decided the rules, stick to them or pay
Bitch
(Verse 2)
Brought real money to the music scene, who did that
Wouldn’t happen if it weren’t for me, that’s big facts
You got a lot spine, my pussy, the king’s back
Won’t get an applause from me, you’ll get clapped
I’m the one with the stacks, let’s keep it a stack
Since I left, nobody trended with tracks
I’m down with Hydra, this ain’t just rap
That’s why P’s got more muscle than gym rats
Snake artists dissing my team behind backs
When I really get going, look at how they all act
Oh please, P Money, can you come on my track
Keep dissing Wu-Chang, and there won’t be no collabs
In fact, I’ll delete all the ones before
Cause I’m Wu-Chang, and nobody comes before
Think you’re bad cause you got guns
When you came in this city
Ask around about me, I bust guns before
So you silly motherfuckers that wanna rock us
I kidnap baby mother, brothers, and other lovers 
I never run away from anybody, just undercovers 
But anytime they try to knock me up, man, somebody suffers
Truth hurts
Downright, what I’m saying is real
Off music in the city, first one to make a mill
100k for a song, but now it’s like a mill
Before me, not many had the brains, just skills
(Outro)
You’re not gonna believe, what I’m gonna say (Sh)
I’m the Hydra in this game that you’ll play (Na-ah)
That you’ll play, you’ll be going insane
I decided the rules, stick to them or pay
Bitch

Hydra (feat. P Money)

Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Warning
All Slutronic Citizens
Report to base
Warning
Slutronic City is under attack
Be God with you all

(Incoming)
D A L L A

Slutronic
Eyes, are open
Talent, bionic
Super, sonic
This that, new new
Purse from Miu Miu
You know I chew, chew
With my looks
Apart of future fashion books
Dangerous woman, dressed in black
For her man, she gon' attack
Mansion full, full of plaques
We drive double r’s, not cadillacs
Delicious is my cake, you know that I’m serving
Can break the internet, just by twerking
Off in a chase, on these cops I be swerving
Ass out, tits perky
They all observing

Let me make myself very clear
Face to face, I’m always real
Business aside, fuck what you feel
Forever famous, I won’t starve for a meal

We're ready for attack (Tack, tack)
We going real hard (Hard, hard)
Harder than a rock (Rock, rock)
We are superstars (Superstars, superstars)
We are who we are

Violation, of my own creation
I be going double tap
On their heads, red dot pop
Hanging with the homies
I be like, ayo wassup
Don’t mess with my crew
Or we going for that headshot
My crowds too full, bitches start to headpop
Brand new collection, I’m about to quick cop
Valentine Dalla, you know I stay on the top
On the charts, of my man, riding his dick like a BMX
Sex, sex, sex
My songs are always about sex
I’m just confident with my body
You worry about rent
Rich fat ass
I make them bills fade in a flash
Disappear, in a blink
In my car, I do the dash
Trynna come for me?
When they more hairy than sasquatch
Play in my team, assured win
MVP of the match

Let me make myself very clear (Clear)
Face to face, I’m always real (Real)
Business aside, fuck what you feel (Feel)
Forever famous, I won’t starve for a meal

Soldiers
We're ready for attack (Tack, tack)
We going real hard (Hard, hard)
Harder than a rock (Rock, rock)
We are superstars (Superstars, superstars)
We are who we are

Attention
This album is not for fragile people
It can break your ego
So please, be careful

In my way, in my way
Impossible
You gotta pay, gotta pay
It’s natural
Who do you think you are?
You’re just another mole
Pack your bags, cause I’m not gonna react
Uh, you think you did something there?
Coming for the it girl, totally fair
About your presence, I don’t really care
I shine in the room, all you do is stare

Ready, ready
Ready for attack
Ready, ready
Ready for attack
Ready, ready
Ready for attack
Ready, ready
Ready for attack!

Ready for attack

Ready For Attack

Co-written by Karina Giselle
Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Fuck a love song
You know these men all fraudulent
Need to act up, brand up, this is your song
Keep them on a leash, tight as hell like a thong
High as a pelican, hit another bong
Big as an elephant, call me bing bong
Strong independent woman, female king kong
I have more rights than wrongs
Murda the scene, burned lungs
Hop out the wagon
Got em gaggin'
Spit some fire
Like a dragon

Los Santos has a problem
And it's my fat ass
My fat ass
My fat ass
Los Santos has a problem
And it's my fat ass
My fat ass
My fat ass

I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch and it's chronic
I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch and it's chronic
Slutronic, slutronic
Slutronic, slutronic
I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch and it's chronic
Slutronic, slutronic, slutronic
Slutronic, slutronic, slutronic

One car, pink lambo, grab his willy
Reach for the pocket, make sure he's filthy, rich
Grab a hand, and make him your bitch
That's how we do it (Haha)
I be on their minds all the time rentless
Ignoring these dudes, already on my check-list
Which, it's long
A lotta names, big hits
Cut them balls, no Taylor Fritz

Los Santos has a problem
And it's my fat ass (They do)
My fat ass (They do)
My fat ass (They do)
Los Santos has a problem
And it's my fat ass (Yeah)
My fat ass (Yeah)
My fat ass (Go!)

I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch and it's chronic (Uh)
I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch and it's chronic
Slutronic, slutronic
Slutronic, slutronic
I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch and it's chronic

Sincerely
I don't give a fuck
Of what you think
This is pure, originality
Mysteriously
You're just toxicity
That I don't need
Whores stand up, and kill them instantly (Yeah)

I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch and it's chronic
I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch and it's chronic
Aye, I do what I want
I do what I like
I do things for myself
Nothing outta fuckin' spite
Freezing men with my looks
Like they drinkin' sprite
Bitches jealous I'm the one
With the best fuckin' pipes
Slutronic, slutronic
Slutronic, slutronic
I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing (Ah-ah)
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch, and it's chronic (Brrrr)
Slutronic, slutronic, slutronic
Slutronic, slutronic, slutronic
Slutronic, slutronic, slutronic
Slutronic, slutronic, slutronic
Slutronic

Co-written by Karina Giselle, Saint Noelle
Produced, mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Niko Rain this a hit
D-D A DOUBLE L A
Everyday is the same
Red bars, in flame
I can’t do anything wrong
According to the hall of fame
Get on my track, if you want
But I bet you can’t keep up
Pen is hot, it burns
Chase the beat, without turns

I pop shit, no smoke
I talk shit and vogue
My crew we go rogue
Weed A1, got that coke
You call us them drug lords
Vinewood, no gun laws
In this game, I’m the kingpin
Imma shoot 'em up, alongside Ming

Baby I’m dressed to kill
In my car, popping wheels
Cyber letric, mobile
Made in motherfucking steel
Publicly, I keep it real
This no movie, Kill Bill
Competition, it’s a deal
Let me get on my murder trip

I can be a cunt and a bitch
Depends on the mood, that’s what it is
All these wannabes trynna call me sis
Girl we ain’t related, trust me I insist
I know bitches mad that I don’t need to split the tab
Luxury restaurant, eating high class crab
Limo outside, while they taking cabs
Not on my level, can’t get to my pedistal
I’m the princess, I already instated that
I can be miss Quinn, taking bitches out with a bat
Riding Harleys in a Hawaii, and that’s on Perry
This ain’t a fantasy, word to Carey
They like to discredit me, not working Bebe
Female rapper, who said I can’t sing too? Honey

Bitches mad, bitches sad
Put them in a trashcan
Bitches mad, bitches sad
Leave their skin full of rash
B-bitches mad, bitches sad
Put them in a trashcan
Bitches mad, bitches sad
Leave their skin full of rash

Going on a trip, to murder bitches
Slap hoes when they ask, like we birthing bitches
I came from the bottom, rags to riches
Now they wanna bottom me, so I top these bitches
I’m giving lobotomy, call me a doctor
Imma break their backs, like a chiropractor
Debut single flopped, and the label dropped her
Bitch I’m the Prada Dalla
You the motherfucking copper
In a girl group, bitch I would be the center
No STAR5, I judged and was the mentor
Forgot about me? You need a refresher
Got platinum hits, got sales to measure
Imma lazer these hoes, word to Major
Island, you a rock and I’m the treasure
Breaking cuffs from cops, cheap dumb ass tasers
Already shot these bitches, didn’t need no chaser
Pretty like barbie
Skinny like Hadid
Reviving bitches careers from the dead
Mercy

I pop shit, no smoke
I talk shit and vogue
My crew we go rogue
Weed A1, got that coke
You call us them drug lords
Vinewood, no gun laws
In this game, I’m the kingpin
Imma shoot 'em up, alongside Ming

Baby I’m dressed to kill
In my car, popping wheels
Cyber letric, mobile
Made in motherfucking steel
Publicly, I keep it real
This no movie, Kill Bill
Competition, it’s a deal
Let me get on my murder trip

Let me get on my murder trip
This a murder trip

Murder Trip

Mixed and mastered @niko-rain
Produced by @blakexterra

Devil, uh ah
D A L L A

Baby, I want you inside
Break my walls, and blow my mind
You know this pussy special
I'll make it worth your while
Magic tricks, on the next level
Come and be my sex obsession
I'm the baddest in my section
I wanna *censored* with the devil
Uh
Put in my mouth like a snicker
High heels, I ain't wearing no sneakers
My ass shaking like the speakers
Suck you dry, till your knees getting weaker
2NE1, I'm the best
That you'll ever, ever have
He kisses both my lips
Cherry pops, like a quiz

D-dominate, Big Kahuna
With me, you'll be coming sooner
Smell like flowers, not tuna
Super wet, call it laguna
Cookie in a box, HelloFresh
I'll be your light, in a flesh
Let's get dirty and refresh
Like Christina, water aquafina (Splash)
E sarò, la tua bimba
Vienimi adosso, a più non posso
Sei fortunato che non c'è un costo
Fammi il culo, bello rosso

Baby, I want you inside (Yah)
Break my walls, and blow my mind (Ah-ah)
You know this pussy special
I'll make it worth your while (A long time)
Magic tricks, on the next level
Come and be my sex obsession (Cum)
I'm the baddest in my section (You know it)
I wanna *censored* with the devil
Uh
Put in my mouth like a snicker
High heels, I ain't wearing no sneakers (Nah-ah)
My ass shaking like the speakers
Suck you dry, till your knees getting weaker
2NE1, I'm the best
That you'll ever, ever have
He kisses both my lips (Muah)
Cherry pops, like a quiz (Yes)

Lovey, lovey, lovey
Dovey, dovey in a rari
If we crash into you, we're not really sorry
Hormones on max, us very very horny
If you're not into it, then you're just corny
Wa-wa-warning, warning
It's not safe (It's not)
Evacuate the place
Move over, checkmate (Move over)
Privacy in the room
Cause we gonna be late
I gotta swallow his kids
More than one, I swallowed twins

Turn the lights off
Let's fuck
Keep your eyes on
My butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt

I wanna fuck with the devil
I wanna fuck with the, oop!
I-i wanna fuck with the devil
I wanna fuck with the, oop! (Yeah)
I-i wanna fuck with the devil
I wanna fuck with the, oop!
I-i wanna fuck with the devil
I wanna fuck with the, oop! (Yah)

Baby, I want you inside
Break my walls, and blow my mind
You know this pussy special
I'll make it worth your while
Magic tricks, on the next level
Come and be my sex obsession
I'm the baddest in my section
I wanna *censored* with the devil

Devil

Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

They call me mama
Gotta lotta sons, I don't know who the papa
Dancing on his dick, I'm doing the cha-cha
Top female rapper, I bring all the drama (Pow)
Hydra with the bob, looking like Cleopatra
Viper I can hiss, scaring hoes with my mantra
I'm the new classic, call me Lady Patra
Ain't my way, change partners, Sinatra
I can read you bitches like a book (Like a book)
Once I clock you one by one, you're shook (You're shook)
Why you worrying about me, and how I look?
Bitch I do myself, that's why I always cook
Cook cook cook, Dalla the chef
My music's too loud, got you bitches going deaf
In the game I'm number one, fuck the rest (Fuck 'em)
That bitch talking crazy, cause I am the best

Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

Bitches be biting, like they have rabies
After I joke, they crying like babies
Be a real bitch, and act like a lady
Keep using the bus, while I drive my mercedes
My money going blue, like I'm shopping at Tiffany
Flexing these bands, you know I'm Public Enemy
Your man depressed? Baby I could be the remedy
One night stand, there's no need for therapy
Bitches follow me, cause I am the leader (Uh)
They kissing my ass, they're bottom feeders (Uh)
Wishing they could get in my new two seater
Poor shilas, they're the students, I'm the teacher
Perfume I wear, that's aromatic
Men smell me, fall in love automatic (I'm hot)
Can't get enough of this face, they're fanatics
If you got a big dick, meet me at my attic (Muah)

Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again (Eugh)
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan (Sit down)
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk (Yeah)
That's my motherfucking real talk (Ah-ah)
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

Real Talk

The rap princess comes back with the final single off her upcoming album.
OUT NOW EVERYWHERE: fanlink.to/princess-cut
Co-written by @saintnoelle, Karina Giselle
Mixed and mastered @niko-rain
Produced by @blakexterra

Lyrics
(Intro)
D A DOUBLE L A
(Verse 1)
Uh
Short skirt, with my ass out
And I been needing to fuck
But I won’t do it at your dad’s house
I met a dude from my home town
But if he can’t get it up, keep it a buck
Imma say ciao
I’m a nasty bitch, I’m disgusting
When I get you on your knees, no discussing
All you boys always wanna sleep with a star
Just tell them, come up here
Slip inside, let it dry, take my card
(Hook)
Love attention, live for the fame
Make the boys shoot like it’s a game
The tabloids know my name
Everyone stares at me, when I walk by now
Take a picture, paparazzi
Every headline been about me
The tabloids know my name
Ring on my finger, princess cut
(Verse 2)
I’m the blonde bomb
Pussy taste like a bon bon
Ride his dick, till he cums through the condom (Ouh)
Cock so big, ima call it Sean Don
Play with them balls, like they were some pom poms
Stalkers chase, like Tom did Jerry
My pussy, they wanna marry (They do)
The music scene I had to carry
I’m an iPhone, you the BlackBerry
They’re like, oh my god
Drama queens, are my sons
Heard she doing this cause she keeping tabs on
Pressed like a keyboard
Worry about begging for some extra tips
(Hook)
Love attention, live for the fame
Make the boys shoot like it’s a game
The tabloids know my name
Everyone stares at me, when I walk by now
Take a picture, paparazzi
Every headline been about me (About me)
The tabloids know my name
Ring on my finger, princess cut
(Bridge)
Yeah, I’m fucking hot
Touch, when the lights are off
I’m your number one
Boy, I know you want to
Sex automaton
It’s super cyber cunt
Know what turns you on
Already think you wanna (3, 2, 1, go)
(Hook)
Love attention, live for the fame
Make the boys shoot like it’s a game
The tabloids know my name
Everyone stares at me, when I walk by now
Take a picture, paparazzi
Every headline been about me
The tabloids know my name
Ring on my finger, princess cut
(Outro)
Princess cut x7
Ring on my finger, princess cut

Princess Cut

Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

W, R, X X X
X X X
X X X
W, R, X X X
X X X
X X X

Let's get in my WRX
Where we can have some sex
And explore body sense
Let's switch to the benz
And get our friends
Losers blocked, all offense
Got these bitches real tense, ouh

Cold blooded killer, yeah
Fuck 'em allegations
Mansion invitations
Drugs operations
Ambassador of Fendi
Stiletto shoes, I'm trendy
With that look of yours
I'm sure you live in Sandy
Sandy, Sandy
You live in fucking Sandy
Dumb crack hoe
What are you coming at me for?
I'm a ten out of ten, you're not even a four
You see, this Micheal Kors bag?
You could never afford

Let's get in my Subaru, Subaru
Fuck red lights
We're coming through, coming through
Let's get in my Subaru, Subaru
I'm that bitch, and who are you
Who are you?

Aye, I be going up
Up in them hills
High as fuck, crack kills
I'm sure you know how it feels
And I'm late, to the fashion show
Hurry gotta go, speed metro
Park V.I.P. central
Killing competition, it's serial
Yeah, I'm the baddest bitch
You know how it is
Pink skirt, fast car
Tonight we'll be going far
Up ahead, coming soon I said
My tongue gon' be really fed
Ponytail, real tight
While he drives, I give him head

We're the fucking baddies of Los Santos bitch
Don't fuck with us
We do whatever the fuck we want
And for all those men out there
Y'all really don't realize what the fuck you got till it's gone
You fucking clowns!

(Beat drop)

A-all these bitches are my sons
Yeah they do know who they are
No need to name them
Just hear them go, uh
VD is the brand
My style is the trend
If I wanted I could end careers right now
I'm in command

Let's get in my WRX (Ah-ah)
Where we can have some sex (Yeah)
And explore body sense (Woo)
Let's switch to the benz
And get our friends
Losers blocked, all offense
Got these bitches real tense, ouh

W, R, X X X
X X X
X X X
W, R, X X X
X X X
X X X

Co-written by Zarina Vega, Karina Giselle
Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Viper
Uh, uh

I've been craving, craving your blood (Craving your blood)
Let me suck it, that is enough (That is enough)
Don't stay grounded, and stare at them walls (Stare at them walls)
Hot are my grits, with a little parmegian (Pow)
Virus, I'm wrecking them balls like cyrus
My third eye beyond my iris
Clear is the vision
Who I wanna see is my decision (Ah-ah)
Queen Cobra, got a whole ass throne
You hating, but I'm on your phone
Purchased items, you could never own
Broke is your bank, next are your bones

Hurt from a fever dream
I might see
Why it's running deeply
Machiavellian scheme
So evil
Blood of a snake, real regal
I've been wanting to
Wrap around you
That's what snakes do
Venomous, but damn pretty
When it comes to killing, got no pity
Survive the game, ain't no P.T.
You're tonight's supper, for this viper

Viper
Viper
Cyber
Cyber

I'm on my cash shit
High speed dash shit
My aura's flashing
I'm so distracting
Keep myself strapped
Boy you're wrapped
Close your mouth and listen
When I'm rapping

(Drop)
Infection, I'm a virus
Make you purchase my whole buy list
I style on them, stylist
Make it all mine like a pirate
Two fangs and not one fuck to give
Get in your system, I'm so venomous
(Woah)
Guilty and nasty, so suffocating
Sink my poison into you, till' you regret it
There's no connection, transmittin' that feeling
Through your walls that fire does no killing
I seen you through the doors, chop chop
You're done in
You're confronted to the final boss bitch
You might need to clear your bum fit
Cause me and VFT boutta hit it!

Hurt from a fever dream
I might see
Why it's running deeply
Machiavellian scheme (Scheme)
So evil
Blood of a snake, real regal
I've been wanting to
Wrap around you
That's what snakes do
Venomous, but damn pretty
When it comes to killing, got no pity (No)
Survive the game, ain't no P.T.
You're tonight's supper, for this viper

Viper
Viper (Yeah, yeah)
Cyber
Cyber

I'm on my cash shit (Cash shit)
High speed dash shit (Dash shit)
My aura's flashing
I'm so distracting
Keep myself strapped (Strapped)
Boy you're wrapped (Wrapped)
Close your mouth and listen
When I'm rapping

Hurt from a fever dream
Machiavellian scheme
Hurt from a fever dream
Machiavellian scheme
So evil, blood of a snake real regal

Viper (feat. Zarina Vega)

Co-written by Chance Connor
Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Yo
Puff puff, pass (Uh)
Smoking that dope, filling up the gas (Uh)
Excuse me, I'm coming through (Uh)
Y2K baddie, throw you bitches off roofs (Yah)
Ladidadida, chica soy linda
Juicy Couture, exported from India
Viva la vida, loco un poco
That's just my genesis
I'm in love with the coco
Have you ever seen a bad-baddie like me?
I don't think so
Sound exotic, look aerotic (Ah)
Too cheeked up, my jeans won't even fit (No)
Go-got that peach body, D the size of my tits

Damn, Cees
Don't mind that I'm lit (Don't mind me)
We getting live, guess it's time that I remind them I'm him
Got the Patek on wrist, blick the side of the hip
She getting turned on safe to say we liking the drip
Ladi dadi, ladi to the dadi dee
All about my dollar, it's common sense to come outta me (True)
Exes want attention, it's obvi I'm a commodity
It's Valentine, Cees, the Dalla sign dynasty (Talk to 'em)
Stop talking I'm back and stop with the back talk
Mask off, cats out the bag and you're getting ragdolled
Give 'em a minimum dose
When I get it, and hit it and go
I be the killa
I feel like a villain
And I gotta feeling that I'm about to blow, like

Yo, puff pass
Smoking that dope, filling up the gas
Excuse me, I'm coming through
Y2K baddie, throw you bitches off roofs
Ice cream, flavour vanilla
Tropical, Manila
Il mio iPhone sempre squilla
Lui vuole la sua bimba

Aye, Dalla sign on ya headtop
Made my mark, ain't no social media where I don't pop
I'm making milli's just by posting pictures of my back
Call me a slut, you don't have to cut some slack
Trendsetter (Setter)
V is the letter (Letter)
First female rap nom, what's the matter? (What is it)
Sit down heffa, with your cheap ass sweater (Ew)
I see them holes from far away, giving home shelter (Pow)
Look, I'm not done with these hoes
Jeans too tight, got 'em shitting I'm the goat
Get a knife and cut their throats (Ah)
Shoot up the party, like we in grove (Hahaha)

Yo, puff pass
Smoking that dope, filling up the gas (Pump it up)
Excuse me, I'm coming through (Skrrt)
Y2K baddie, throw you bitches off roofs (Barr)
Ice cream, flavour vanilla
Tropical, Manila
Il mio iPhone sempre squilla
Lui vuole la sua bimba

Puff Pass (feat. Chance Connor)

Co-written by Liz Anya
Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Hot
Queen Lizzy
D A L L A

Hot
You don't like it, then get off our faces
Not
Don't wanna front us, we ain't catching cases
Ectsasy, in our body
Expensive taste, chain Bulgari
Let me, let me, show you
What's a real, real, big deal

Call me Evelynn
Give adrenaline
Very feminine
All about them benjamins
Shake that ass fast, jiggle like gelatin
Like 'em bad ass bitches with melanin
I be on the ground doing splits and rolls
Jumping on his dick, like a kangaroo hoe
We be, we be fucking on the backseat
Need a lowrider, got me screaming like in transit
Quote, imma quote them
Mimicking my moves, stealing my pen
Oh, imma, imma torture bitches
Six inches, nails longer than the dicks they taking
Coffin ready, no gem
Coughing hard, that's how they will end
Me and Liz two hotties, burying bitches alive
The summer they won't (They won't)
They won't survive!

Hot
You don't like it, then get off our faces
Not
Don't wanna front us, we ain't catching cases
Ectsasy, in our body
Expensive taste, chain Bulgari
Let me, let me, show you
What's a real, real, big deal
Hot, hot, hot
You're not
Hot, hot, hot
Hey
Hot, hot, hot
You're not
Let me, let me, show you
What's a real, real, big deal (Liz Anya)

Damn
You know we keep it hot, hot
All these bitches trynna tussle for the top spot
Me and Val never flop, we chart top
I still been that bitch since Ro Block (Ooh)
Everybody wanna be like the queen and the princess
If they wanna keep on buyin'
I'ma charge 'em interest
Perfect discography, there ain't no misses
Bunch of mini me's, all them following the Lizprint
I'm a sex symbol baby, big ass, big tits too
I made history that you could never undo
Val the quarterback bitch, hut one, hut two
We playin' sold out stadiums, who are you?
Liz Anya, Val Dalla on stage that's a good view
We the bitches you look up to
Titties too big to keep em in a catsuit
Rap royalty, we collect them too

Hot
You don't like it, then get off our faces
Not
Don't wanna front us, we ain't catching cases
Ectsasy, in our body
Expensive taste, chain Bulgari
Let me, let me, show you
What's a real, real, big deal
Hot
You don't like it, then get off our faces
Not
Don't wanna front us, we ain't catching cases
Ectsasy, in our body
Expensive taste, chain Bulgari
Let me, let me, show you
What's a real, real, big deal
Hot, hot, hot
You're not
Hot, hot, hot
Hey
Hot, hot, hot
You're not
Let me, let me, show you
What's a real, real, big deal

Valentine Dalla

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