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No parties in LA
Please baby no parties in LA, uh
No parties in LA
baby no more parties in LA, uh
No (Los Angeles)

Hey baby you your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from spray tan
It was more soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your booty
Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you my repertoire is like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, the dots
A country that love Hollywood
Mama used to red beans and rice
Now Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with
Smoke in every direction, middle pedestrians
R&B and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and cameras
This unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
I think that pussy should only be exclusive rights to me, I mean
He you in this motherfucker on first class
went out his way so you could check in an extra bag
Now you wanna divide the yam it equate the math?
That don't add up, you're making them mad as fuck
She said she came out here to find an rapper
I said baby, spin that round and say the backwards
You're with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence
Just cause he a and you don't know what a condom is
The head still good though, the head good though
say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical, me get spiritual
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Captain cereal
Lord have mercy, thou will not me
buddies all herded up on a Thursday
Bottle service, service, I came in first place
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty
The pop community, I these bitches come with uni fee
And I walk through with ease, moving units consumer streets
my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity
And G, I was all for it
She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a
I'mma put you on game for the lames don't know they're a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote pussy

Scary,
No parties in LA
Please baby, no parties in LA
Friday night tryna make it into the
Breakneck speeds, passenger something pretty
back to how I got here in the first place
Second class bitches wouldn't let me on base
A backpack nigga luxury taste buds
And a Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
Got pussy from I did for niggas more famous
did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list
Strippers get invited to where they get hired
When I get on my Steve Jobs, gon' get fired
I was since Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the
Any rumor you about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and secretaries
For all my with babies by bitches
That use their kids as tickets
Not knowing the disconnect the father
The next will be the real victims
I can't 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no what happens she ain't going back to Philly
Back to our scheduled programmin'
Of week content of jammin'
But don't worry, one's so jammin'
You know L.A. is so jammin'
I be every day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up got damn barricades
I be paranoid time
The pressure, the ain't I be drivin'
The is I be textin'
My psychiatrist got kids I inspired
First they played to me was 'bout their friend that just died
Textin' and down Mulholland Drive
why I'd rather take the 405
I be worried my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't 'bout him
I had my threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
I'm supposed to do?
Ride around with a bulletproof car and some
Every agent I know know I agents
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too
Something smellin' shit, that's the new fragrance
just me, I do it my way, bitch
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, days I'm in my Vans
If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't've popped the
I know fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your
I'm 38 years old, a 8 old with rich nigga problems
Tell my wife I hate the road so I ain't never drivin'
It took 6 months to take the all matted out
And my assistant as soon as they backed it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I slam
Pink fur, got Nori dressing Cam, thank God for me
Whole family money, thank God for E!
I love rockin' jewelry, a whole full
Bitches say he and disrespectful
I feel like when I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel Pablo when I see me on the news
I feel like Pablo when I'm on my house
Tell 'em party's in here, we don't to go out
We the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
it like Robocop
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do
She keep pushin' me back, good do that
She push me back the dick go too deep
This dick'll put your ass to sleep
Get money, money, money,
Big, big money, money, money,
And as far as real friends my cousins I love 'em
Even the one stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker

baby no more parties in LA
Please no more parties in LA, uh
No more in LA
Please no more parties in LA, uh
No parties in LA
baby no more parties in LA, uh