Lirik Lagu No More Parties In LA feat. Kendrick Lamar - Kanye West
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La di da di da, daI like this flavorLa di da di da, laLet me tell youI'm out here from a very far away placeAll for a chance to be a starNowhere seems to be too far
No more parties in LAPlease, baby, no more parties in LA, uhNo more parties in LAPlease, baby, no more parties in LA, uhNo morePleasePleasePlease
Hey baby you forgot your Ray BansAnd my sheets still orange from your spray tanIt was more than soft porn for the K-manShe remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van"Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie bootyCome Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movieHell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestlerI show you the ropes, connect the dotsA country girl that love HollywoodMama used to cook red beans and riceNow it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetiteLiquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erectionSmoke in every direction, middle finger pedestriansR&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managersMusic and iPhone camerasThis shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thingThat pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I meanHe flew you in this motherfucker on first classEven went out his way so you could check in an extra bagNow you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math?That shit don't add up, you're making them mad as fuckShe said she came out here to find an A-list rapperI said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwardsYou're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidenceJust cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom isThe head still good though, the head still good thoughLadies say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"Make a nigga say big words and act lyricalMake me get spiritualMake me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Cap'n Crunch cerealLord have mercy, thou will not hurt meFive buddies all herded up on a ThursdayBottle service, head service, I came in first placeThe opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheekThe pop community, I mean these bitches come with union feeAnd I want two of these, moving units through consumer streetsThen my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuityAnd yeah G, I was all for itShe said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poetI'mma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a rookieInstagram is the best way to promote some pussy
ScaryScaryNo more parties in LAPlease, baby, no more parties in LA
Friday night tryna make it into the cityBreakneck speeds, passenger seat something prettyThinking back to how I got here in the first placeSecond class bitches wouldn't let me on first baseA backpack nigga with luxury taste budsAnd the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubsGot pussy from beats I did for niggas more famousWhen did I become A list? I wasn't even on a listStrippers get invited to where they only get hiredWhen I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get firedI was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retiredAnd 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choirAny rumor you heard about me was true and legendaryI done got Lewinsky and paid secretariesFor all my niggas with babies by bitchesThat use their kids as meal ticketsNot knowing the disconnect from the fatherThe next generation will be the real victimsI can't fault 'em reallyI remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to PhillyBack 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 dayMulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricadesI be paranoid every timeThe pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin'The problem is I be textin'My psychiatrist got kids that I inspiredFirst song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just diedTextin' and drivin' down Mulholland DriveThat's why I'd rather take the 405I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout KimBut Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout himI had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intentsWhat I'm supposed to do?Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints?Every agent I know know I hate agentsI'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrantSomething smellin' like shit, that's the new fragranceIt's just me, I do it my way, bitchSome days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my VansIf I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't have popped the XansI know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this againBut the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your plansI'm 38 years old, a 8 year old with rich nigga problemsTell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I ain't never drive itIt took 6 months to take the Maybach all matted outAnd my assistant crashed as soon as they backed it outGod damn, got a bald fade, I might slamPink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for meWhole family gettin' money, thank God for E!I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck fullBitches say he funny and disrespectfulI feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoesI feel like Pablo when I see me on the newsI feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my houseTell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go outWe need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thotsDrop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like RobocopShe brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do thatShe keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do thatShe push me back when the dick go too deepThis good dick'll put your ass to sleepGet money, money, money, moneyBig, big money, money, money, moneyAnd as far as real friends, tell my cousins I love 'emEven the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker
I just keep on lovin' you, babyAnd there's no one else I know who can take your place
Please, no more parties in LAPlease, baby, no more parties in LA, uhNo more parties in LAPlease, baby, no more parties in LA, uhNo more parties in LAPlease, baby, no more parties in LA, uhNo more
I'm out here from a very far away placeAll for a chance to be a starNowhere seems to be too farSWISH
No more parties in LAPlease, baby, no more parties in LA, uhNo more parties in LAPlease, baby, no more parties in LA, uhNo morePleasePleasePlease
Hey baby you forgot your Ray BansAnd my sheets still orange from your spray tanIt was more than soft porn for the K-manShe remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van"Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie bootyCome Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movieHell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestlerI show you the ropes, connect the dotsA country girl that love HollywoodMama used to cook red beans and riceNow it's Denny's, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetiteLiquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erectionSmoke in every direction, middle finger pedestriansR&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managersMusic and iPhone camerasThis shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thingThat pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I meanHe flew you in this motherfucker on first classEven went out his way so you could check in an extra bagNow you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math?That shit don't add up, you're making them mad as fuckShe said she came out here to find an A-list rapperI said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwardsYou're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidenceJust cause he a nerd and you don't know what a condom isThe head still good though, the head still good thoughLadies say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"Make a nigga say big words and act lyricalMake me get spiritualMake me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Cap'n Crunch cerealLord have mercy, thou will not hurt meFive buddies all herded up on a ThursdayBottle service, head service, I came in first placeThe opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheekThe pop community, I mean these bitches come with union feeAnd I want two of these, moving units through consumer streetsThen my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuityAnd yeah G, I was all for itShe said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poetI'mma put you on game for the lames that don't know they're a rookieInstagram is the best way to promote some pussy
ScaryScaryNo more parties in LAPlease, baby, no more parties in LA
Friday night tryna make it into the cityBreakneck speeds, passenger seat something prettyThinking back to how I got here in the first placeSecond class bitches wouldn't let me on first baseA backpack nigga with luxury taste budsAnd the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubsGot pussy from beats I did for niggas more famousWhen did I become A list? I wasn't even on a listStrippers get invited to where they only get hiredWhen I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get firedI was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retiredAnd 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choirAny rumor you heard about me was true and legendaryI done got Lewinsky and paid secretariesFor all my niggas with babies by bitchesThat use their kids as meal ticketsNot knowing the disconnect from the fatherThe next generation will be the real victimsI can't fault 'em reallyI remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain't going back to PhillyBack 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 dayMulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricadesI be paranoid every timeThe pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin'The problem is I be textin'My psychiatrist got kids that I inspiredFirst song they played for me was 'bout their friend that just diedTextin' and drivin' down Mulholland DriveThat's why I'd rather take the 405I be worried 'bout my daughter, I be worried 'bout KimBut Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout himI had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intentsWhat I'm supposed to do?Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints?Every agent I know know I hate agentsI'm too black, I'm too vocal, I'm too flagrantSomething smellin' like shit, that's the new fragranceIt's just me, I do it my way, bitchSome days I'm in my Yeezys, some days I'm in my VansIf I knew y'all made plans I wouldn't have popped the XansI know some fans who thought I wouldn't rap like this againBut the writer's block is over, emcees cancel your plansI'm 38 years old, a 8 year old with rich nigga problemsTell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I ain't never drive itIt took 6 months to take the Maybach all matted outAnd my assistant crashed as soon as they backed it outGod damn, got a bald fade, I might slamPink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for meWhole family gettin' money, thank God for E!I love rockin' jewelry, a whole neck fullBitches say he funny and disrespectfulI feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my shoesI feel like Pablo when I see me on the newsI feel like Pablo when I'm workin' on my houseTell 'em party's in here, we don't need to go outWe need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thotsDrop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like RobocopShe brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick'll do thatShe keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do thatShe push me back when the dick go too deepThis good dick'll put your ass to sleepGet money, money, money, moneyBig, big money, money, money, moneyAnd as far as real friends, tell my cousins I love 'emEven the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker
I just keep on lovin' you, babyAnd there's no one else I know who can take your place
Please, no more parties in LAPlease, baby, no more parties in LA, uhNo more parties in LAPlease, baby, no more parties in LA, uhNo more parties in LAPlease, baby, no more parties in LA, uhNo more
I'm out here from a very far away placeAll for a chance to be a starNowhere seems to be too farSWISH
