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

Hey baby you forgot your Ray
And my sheets orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie
Come Erykah me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you my repertoire is like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, the dots
A country girl that Hollywood
used to cook red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, 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
shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
I think pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in this on first class
Even went out his way so you could check in an bag
Now you wanna divide the yam like it the math?
That shit don't add up, making them mad as fuck
She she came out here to find an A-list rapper
I baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards
You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a nigga's confidence
Just cause he a nerd and you don't what a condom is
The head still though, the head still good though
say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical, make me get
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Captain Crunch
Lord have mercy, thou not hurt me
Five buddies all herded up on a
Bottle service, head service, I came in first
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and cheek
The pop community, I mean these come with uni fee
And I walk through with ease, moving units through consumer
my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity
And G, I was all for it
She said K Lamar, you of dumb to be a poet
I'mma put you on game for the that don't know they're a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote pussy

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

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