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KANYE WEST lyrics : "No More Parties In LA"

[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 [email protected]$^ 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 ^!$$%s 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 %#@! unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing

That #[email protected] should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in this mother$#[email protected] 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 %#@! don't add up, you're making them mad as $#[email protected]
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 ^!$$%'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 ^!$$% 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 (*##$es 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 #[email protected]

[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 (*##$es wouldn't let me on first base

A backpack ^!$$% with luxury taste buds
And the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
Got #[email protected] from beats I did for ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s with babies by (*##$es
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 %#@!, that's the new fragrance
It's just me, I do it my way, (*##$
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 ^!$$% 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 $$#istant 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

(*##$es 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 dick'll do that
She keep pushin' me back, good dick'll do that
She push me back when the dick go too deep
This good dick'll put your $$# 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 mother$#[email protected]

[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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