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 [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 shit 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 motherfucker 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 shit don't add up, you're making them mad as fuck 
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 bitches 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 bitches 
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 shit, 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 
Bitches 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 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 motherfucker. 
[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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