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

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

Scary,
No more in LA
Please baby, no more in LA
Friday night tryna make it into the
speeds, passenger seat something pretty
Thinking to how I got here in the first place
Second class bitches wouldn't let me on base
A nigga with luxury taste buds
And a Louis store, got all of my pay stubs
Got pussy from beats I did for niggas famous
When did I become A list? I even on a list
Strippers get invited to where they get hired
When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get
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 niggas babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal
Not the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the victims
I can't 'em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter happens she ain't going back to Philly
Back to our regularly scheduled
Of week of slow jammin'
But worry, this one's so jammin'
You that L.A. is so jammin'
I be every day
Drive, need to put up some got damn barricades
I be paranoid every
The pressure, the problem ain't I be
The is I be textin'
My psychiatrist got kids that I
First they played to me was 'bout their friend that just died
Textin' and drivin' Mulholland Drive
That's why I'd rather the 405
I be worried my daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried him
I had my life threatened by best who had selfish intents
What I'm to do?
Ride around a bulletproof car and some tints?
Every agent I know know I hate
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too
Something smellin' like shit, the new fragrance
It's just me, I do it my way,
Some I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my Vans
If I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't've popped the
I some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writer's is over, emcees cancel your plans
I'm 38 years old, a 8 year old with nigga problems
my wife that I hate the road so I ain't never drivin'
It took 6 months to take the all matted out
And my assistant crashed as soon as they it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I might
Pink fur, got Nori dressing Cam, thank God for me
family gettin' money, thank God for E!
I rockin' jewelry, a whole neck full
say he funny and disrespectful
I feel Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel Pablo when I see me on the news
I feel Pablo when I'm workin' on my house
Tell 'em in here, we don't need to go out
We need the turbo thots, high speed, thots
Drop-drop-drop-drop it like
She brace and hold my stomach, good dick'll do that
She pushin' me back, good dick'll do that
She push me back when the dick go too
good dick'll put your ass to sleep
Get money, money, money,
Big, big money, money, money,
And as far as friends tell my cousins I love 'em
Even the one that stole the laptop, you motherfucker

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