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                                                            Lirik Lagu "No More Parties In LA" -Kanye West lyrics ft Kendrick Lamar

                                                            Lirik Lagu "No More Parties In LA" -Kanye West lyrics ft Kendrick Lamar
                                                            KANYE WEST LYRICS
                                                            "No More Parties In LA"
                                                            (feat. Kendrick Lamar)

                                                            [Junie Morrison:]
                                                            La di da di da, da
                                                            I like this flavor
                                                            La di da di da, la
                                                            Let me tell you
                                                            I'm out here from a very far away place
                                                            All for a chance to be a star
                                                            Nowhere seems to be too far

                                                            [Kanye West:]
                                                            No more parties in LA
                                                            Please, baby, no more parties in LA, uh
                                                            No more parties in LA
                                                            Please, baby, no more parties in LA, uh
                                                            No more (Los Angeles)
                                                            Please (shake that body, party that bod-)
                                                            Please (shake that body, party that body)
                                                            Please (shake that body, party that body)

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

                                                            [Kanye West:]
                                                            Scary
                                                            Scary
                                                            No more parties in LA
                                                            Please, baby, no more parties in LA

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

                                                            [Larry Graham:]
                                                            I just keep on lovin' you, baby
                                                            And there's no one else I know who can take your place

                                                            [Kanye West:]
                                                            Please, no more parties in LA
                                                            Please, baby, no more parties in LA, uh
                                                            No more parties in LA
                                                            Please, baby, no more parties in LA, uh
                                                            No more parties in LA
                                                            Please, baby, no more parties in LA, uh
                                                            No more (Los Angeles)

                                                            [Junie Morrison:]
                                                            I'm out here from a very far away place
                                                            All for a chance to be a star
                                                            Nowhere seems to be too far
                                                            SWISH


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