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

Hey you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still from your spray tan
It was more soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter, "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a
Hell, you know my repertoire is a wrestler
I you the ropes, connect the dots
A country girl love Hollywood
Mama to cook red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil appetite
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming section with erection
Smoke in every direction, middle pedestrians
R&B and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and iPhone
shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
I think that pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I
He flew you in this on first class
Even went out his way so you check in an extra bag
Now you wanna divide the yam like it the math?
That shit don't add up, you're making mad as fuck
She she came out here to find an A-list rapper
I said baby, that round and say the alphabet backwards
You're dealing with malpractice, kill a good nigga's confidence
cause he a nerd 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, make me get
Make me believe in miracles, monks and Captain Crunch cereal
have mercy, thou will not hurt me
Five all herded up on a Thursday
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
Then my 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 that don't they're a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote pussy

Scary,
No more in LA
baby, no more parties in LA
Friday tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger something pretty
back to how I got here in the first place
Second bitches wouldn't let me on first base
A backpack nigga with luxury taste
And a Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay
Got pussy from I did for niggas more famous
When did I become A I wasn't even on a list
Strippers get invited to where they only get
When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get
I was since Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you it to the choir
Any rumor you heard me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and secretaries
For all my niggas babies by bitches
use their kids as meal tickets
Not the disconnect from the father
The next will be the real victims
I can't fault 'em
I remember told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to Philly
to our regularly scheduled programmin'
Of week content of jammin'
But don't worry, this one's so
You know that L.A. is so
I be every day
Drive, need to put up some got damn barricades
I be paranoid time
The pressure, the problem ain't I be
The problem is I be
My psychiatrist got kids that I
First song they played to me was 'bout their that just died
Textin' and drivin' Mulholland Drive
why I'd rather take the 405
I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best who had selfish intents
What I'm to do?
around with a bulletproof car and some tints?
Every 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
just me, I do it my way, bitch
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, some I'm in my Vans
If I y'all made plans I wouldn't've popped the Xans
I know some who thought I wouldn't rap like this again
But the writer's block is over, emcees your plans
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 the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant as soon as they backed it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I might
fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
Whole family money, thank God for E!
I love jewelry, a whole neck full
Bitches say he funny and
I feel like Pablo when I'm on my shoes
I like Pablo when I see me on the news
I feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my
Tell 'em party's in here, we don't to go out
We the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
Drop-drop-drop-drop it like
She brace herself and hold my stomach, dick'll do that
She pushin' me back, good dick'll do that
She push me back the dick go too deep
This good 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

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