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

Hey you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange your spray tan
It was more soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the van"
Uhm, cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the
A country girl that Hollywood
Mama used to cook red and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your with erection
Smoke in every direction, middle finger
R&B singers and lesbians, and managers
Music and cameras
This shit unanimous for you, damaging for you, one thing
I think that pussy should only be holding exclusive to me, I mean
He flew you in this on first class
Even went out his way so you check in an extra bag
Now you wanna the yam like it equate the math?
shit don't add up, you're making them mad as fuck
She said she came out here to find an A-list
I said baby, spin round and say the alphabet backwards
You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a nigga's confidence
cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom is
The head good though, the head still good though
Ladies say "Nam Myoho Kyo"
a nigga say big words and act lyrical, make me get spiritual
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 place
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, units through consumer streets
Then my shoe released, she was 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 lames that don't know they're a
Instagram is the best way to promote some

Scary,
No parties in LA
baby, no more parties in LA
Friday night tryna it into the city
speeds, passenger seat something pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the place
Second class wouldn't let me on first base
A backpack with luxury taste buds
And a Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay
Got pussy from I did for niggas more famous
When did I become A list? I wasn't even on a
Strippers get invited to where they only get
I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill
And 3 Stacks, man, you it to the choir
Any rumor you about me was true and legendary
I done got and paid secretaries
For all my with babies by bitches
use their kids as meal tickets
Not knowing the disconnect the father
The generation will be the real victims
I fault 'em really
I Amber 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 that L.A. is so jammin'
I be thinkin' day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up got damn barricades
I be every time
The pressure, the problem I be drivin'
The is I be textin'
My psychiatrist got that I inspired
First song they played to me was 'bout their friend just died
and drivin' down 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
What I'm to do?
Ride around with a bulletproof car and tints?
Every agent I know I hate agents
I'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too
Something like shit, that's the new fragrance
It's me, I do it my way, bitch
Some days I'm in my Yeezys, days I'm in my Vans
If I knew made plans I wouldn't've popped the Xans
I know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like again
But the writer's block is over, emcees cancel plans
I'm 38 years old, a 8 year old rich nigga problems
Tell my wife that I the road so I ain't never drivin'
It took 6 months to take the Maybach all out
And my assistant as soon as they backed it out
Got damn, got up of fade, I might
Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, God for me
Whole family gettin' money, God for E!
I love jewelry, a whole neck full
Bitches say he funny and
I feel Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoes
I feel Pablo when 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, speed, turbo thots
Drop-drop-drop-drop it Robocop
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do
She keep pushin' me back, dick'll do that
She push me back when the 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 tell my cousins I love 'em
Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty

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