Hi Gay!! 
    Whats pink, wears zebra print & catches the attention of all the boys? YOU! And the two wheel funky moped the 'FAGGIO'!

    Shannon Gucci ends her solo music hiatus for the month of June to team up with BFFL Liz Anya to make a dance pop track dedicated to those who pay our bills - the GAYS! 

   This ones for you, you pink loving, gossip telling, fun to shop with LGBTQIA+!!

Shannon Gucci - FAGGIO (Feat. Liz Anya)

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)

This dual single embodies Paris' "mean girl" side. On the first track, Naked In The Club, Paris raps over a bumping rap beat and sends shots to all who have gone against her.

The second track is the vaulted Obsessed, which follows the same theme but this time with her two best friends, on a more hyperpop beat more in the vein of "Miss Brat".

Naked In The Club

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

(Lyrics)

Carmella
Misoooo

Were all filled with slushies and silicone
Its the reason why yo man dont wanna come home
He wants us to blow him like a cyclone
so tell him to stop blowing up my iphone
its so sweet yeah he know he wanna try it
it taste like candy baby why dont you bite it
he wanna get a lick
he wanna get a taste
of my silicone face
my silicone face

(Miso)
yeah ill talk to you later
baby you aint no slayyyter
yo fucked up teeth 
got you lookin like a fuckin gator
im so famous yall some haters
you a broke ass bitch
you know i stayed paid up
grabbin some tissues 
and im blowin my nose
get on yo knees while im blowin my load
weird ass mf you sound like toad
acting gay ass hell yeah thats rainbow road
you no bowser
i aint yo peach
you wanna fuck thats a reach
so baby if you wanna talk
gunna have to hit you later
cuz you wanna fuck these bitches from the CADAS

Were all filled with slushies and silicone
Its the reason why yo man dont wanna come home
He wants us to blow him like a cyclone
so tell him to stop blowing up my iphone
its so sweet yeah he know he wanna try it
it taste like candy baby why dont you bite it
he wanna get a lick
he wanna get a taste
of my silicone face
my silicone face

(Carmella) 
Im crazy Im psycho
Fuck you i dnt blow
im not just some side hoe
around me you tip toe
cuz im fucking carmella
yo pussy it smella
its giving salmonella
fake ass bitches neva tell her
if you wanna fuck 
then you betta ram me
come over baby
take off my panties
said he does it better
i said can he?
sorry your not my only manny

Were all filled with slushies and silicone
Its the reason why yo man dont wanna come home
He wants us to blow him like a cyclone
so tell him to stop blowing up my iphone
its so sweet yeah he know he wanna try it
it taste like candy baby why dont you bite it
he wanna get a lick
he wanna get a taste
of my silicone face
my silicone face

Slushies & Silicone (Ft. Carmella Corset)

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)

mixing: @niko-rain

LYRICS

Drop bags
Price tags
Pull up in that new Jag
Rich flex
Rich sex
Still servin straight sex
Iced out
Bite down
Take you dogs to the pound
Wanna follow AMN
Everytime we're around
Uh

Keep my name out your mouth
Lil bro, Khloe M don't give no clout
you got a girl and you still wanna eat me out
on your desk on your floor in the courthouse
Uh, so obsessed, I'm the best
My red hair, on his chest
Pink cage looking dead
Spray em down, lil pests
AMN, we do it best
Can't keep up with me?
That's why you failed the test, uh

It's AMN bitch
The #1 trio in Los Santos
You bitches are STILL obsessed
Singing, rapping, talking shit
You'll forever be Obsessed
Stay mad

Fuck the club
Shut it down
Ain't no love
In this town
Fake bitches
Going down
They so mad
Want my crown
Boys they wanna touch
Sara don't give two fucks
Drive by, beat em up
Bitch I'm number one

Where the real bitches at?
AMN matching in new Baby Phat
Shittin on bitches
They must be into scat
My name in their mouths
They can choke on that

I could never give you a ten
Cause I don't like you
So, I always gotta keep something negative
In reference to you
So you can never get that ten
You can never get that ten!
But, I'll give you about an 8 and a half
You know what it's not a ten...
It's a seven

Still Obsessed (Bonus Track)

Sara may be getting experimented on in Fort Zancudo, but AMN is bouncing back again with "Elastic", the second single to their upcoming album. It's a dance pop banger which finds the girls at their best - bringing the sexy vibes while bragging about their celebrity lifestyles at the same time.
mixing: @niko-rain
writing: Anthony Little, Paris Argo
prod: Anthony Little

[Khloe, Paris]
Introducing me, do you know who I am
I be looking pretty slam in my stretch limousine
Like elastic, pink and plastic
Feeling fantastic, I pop it like a rubber band
I've got nothing to loose, I do whatever I choose
If I want it I can get it wa-wa-walkin in these shoes
Going out to the club, DJ could you turn it up please?
All I wanna do is dance

[Sara]
Skin on skin, synchronize
Like a perfect fit, you're just my size
Pull me in, let's magnetize
Keep our bodies close, I wanna wear you tight
Like elastic, like elastic
Elastic

[Paris]
You say you wanna roll with me
You wanna do a show with me
I light it up, boom boom, I'm like TNT
Cause I'm hitting it hard and I'm living life large
But tonight I just want to dance

[Sara, Paris, Khloe]
Skin on skin, synchronize
Like a perfect fit, you're just my size
Pull me in, let's magnetize
Keep our bodies close, I wanna wear you tight
Like elastic, like elastic
Elastic

[Sara]
I must confess you fit like a glove
I wanna put you on and feel what you're made of
Elastic, Elastic

[Sara, Paris]
Skin on skin, synchronize
Like a perfect fit, you're just my size
Pull me in, let's magnetize
Keep our bodies close, I wanna wear you tight
Like elastic, like elastic
Elastic

Elastic

LYRICS
[Khloe - Verse]
It's getting way too hot in here
Usually means you're somewhere near
This smoke just seems to never clear
What if it makes me disappear?

[Khloe & Sara - Prechorus]
Should we give in to our desires?
And jump into the ring of fire
Should we give in to our desires?
And jump into the ring of fire

[Sara - Chorus]
Its so dangerous when we get close
I want to touch it always hurts the most
Amazing rush like twin turbo
But who could trust an inferno

[Sara - Post chorus]
Inferno oh oh oh, oh no
Inferno I-I see trouble
Inferno oh oh oh, oh no
Inferno I can see trouble

[Paris - Verse]
Boy we in big trouble
Don’t wanna burst your bubble
But loving you is ooohh
I like it when we move fast and hot
It feels so wrong to stop the truth
Doesn’t matter no we’ll never learn
Let’s watch it burn

[Sara - Prechorus]
Should we give in to our desires
And jump into the ring of fire
Should we give in to our desires?
And jump into the ring of fire

[Sara - Chorus]
Its so dangerous when we get close
I want to touch it always hurts the most
Amazing rush like twin turbo
But who could trust an inferno

[Sara - Post chorus]
Inferno oh oh oh, oh no
Inferno I-I see trouble
Inferno oh oh oh, oh no
Inferno I can see trouble

[Valentine - Verse]
Ayo
When you talk to me
You better look into my eye
Hell’s gates open
Try to run
You ‘bout to catch on fire
Burn like ganja
Stai zitto vai giù e mangia (Coglione)
You’re my dirty secret in my hands
I’m always gonna keep it
Locked into a spiral
King’s dead, shoutout Michael
Rock the night and pop molly
Like we’re partying in New Castle
Baby if you leave
I know you coming right back (Yeah)
Inferno, I wanna fuck the devil real bad (Woo)

[Sara - Chorus]
It's so dangerous when we get close
I want to touch it always hurts though
Amazing rush like twin turbo
But could trust an inferno

[Sara - Post chorus]
Inferno oh oh oh, oh no
Inferno I-I see trouble
Inferno oh oh oh, oh no
Inferno I can see trouble

[Valentine - Outro]
Trouble, trouble
All I see in double (In double)
Is your figure in the dark
Writing me a novel (Ri-right)
Wanna tie me down, and make me grovel
It stops right here, right then
Trynna catch me you can’t
Performing overseas
Rap$tar no Cees
To the industry I got the keys (Yup)
Ten out of ten
I ain’t ever a mess (No)
Remember the names
VD and AMN

Inferno (ft. Valentine Dalla)

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Intro:
Это не лирика — это контейнер с реальностью, прям в твою дверь.
Конец года, сука, а мы всё ещё рвём микрофоны,
словно пытаемся пробить крышу этого города.

Verse 1:
Я влетаю в бит, как мусора в хату без стука.
Грязь на кроссах, холод в голове, пустота в кармане —
как полки в “маркете” после комендантского.

Мой флоу — смесь дешёвого спирта и бензина,
дымный коктейль районных легенд.
Пока вы выкладываете сторис,
я считаю, сколько дней до аванса
и сколько звонков ещё проигнорирую от военкомата.

Пятиэтажки смотрят пустыми глазницами,
балконы забиты хламом, как головы тех,
кто ещё верит в что раньше было лучше.

Запах плесени, семок, пережжённой проводки —
район, где каждый второму должен,
и каждый делает вид, что всё нормально.

Выходишь во двор — сразу:
“привет, братан, позычешь пятак?”
Да я сам должен всем, но продолжаю идти вперёд,
потому что пауза тут равна поражению.

Chorus:
Это не big city — это Кременчуг, самый тёмный бронкс на карте.
Здесь не выживают — здесь спорят с судьбой на повышенных тонах.
Это не small town — это полигон после взрыва.
Каждый второй тут — фитиль,
каждый первый — уже горит.

Verse 2:
Мой стиль — когда жизнь давит,
а ты всё равно поднимаешься и смотришь ей в глаза.
Двадцать пять, а устал так, будто сорок за плечами.
Но я не продаюсь — слишком дорого стою
для ваших “патриотических” лейблов.

Мой контракт — надпись кровью на стене подъезда,
а не бумага с логотипом.
Ты качаешь попу в тиктоке,
я качаю район,
и он отвечает басами, как боксёр в клинче.

У меня нет спонсора—
только знакомые по два-два-восемь,
шлют приветы из мест,
где лампочки тусклее, чем луна за окном.

Их биты — это стуки в голове ночами.
Мой голос — нож для тех, кто хоронил андер.
Я его поднял, когда родился,
и снова — когда понял, что назад дороги нет.

Verse 3:
Мне не нужны стадионы —
мне нужны подъезды, где пацаны включат мой трек
и будут орать куплеты громче салюта.

Мне не нужны миллионы —
мне нужно, чтобы мама перестала считать каждую монету.
Мне не нужны таблоиды —
мне нужно, чтобы те, кто нас списывал,
сами легли в яму и закрыли крышку.

Это Кременчуг.
Здесь мечты тонут в лужах вместе с окурками.
Летом плюс тридцать и воняет мусоркой,
зимой минус десять и воняет всё тем же.

Но я включаю бит и читаю —
потому что если остановлюсь,
значит проиграл окончательно.

Outro:
Глок в ящике стола.
Дождь стучит по подоконнику.
Город не спит.
И я — тоже.
Тох..Похуй.

Ready For Attack

Valentine Dalla

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