No More Parties - justo

And I'm like yeah fuck everybody Nah ion even wanna start like that If you my bro why you talk like that Ion play that shit give the aux right back May back out yuh bitch I'm Ross like that Not a woo nigga but I floss like that You ain't a big dog you just bark like that I'll slide on you get parked like that Put the iron on you get started like that You want smoke get sparked like that How a lightskin nigga get dark like that I'm lightskin but I get dark like that Shawty lemme cop a feel So I just threw it in the cart like that Why you gave that thotty yo heart like that You a simp son like Bart like that I'm a pimp son that's why I talk like that Got a limp don't ask why I walk like that I been curving bird bitches Ion even fuck with the hawks like that Not a hawk, not a pigeon, not a goose, not a duck Imma walk out yuh life once I run outta fucks I been told to break a leg by folks that wish I ran outta luck Got a crush on Shani-nah I just want some more bucks She not jacking the kid but that's okay I done seen this before like that's so rave I'm still that nigga that that hoe crave and that hoe ate and that hoe raped Just got dismissed, left class okay I still got ha sis, great pass okay That boy talking shit but that's okay Imma take his bitch yeah that's so Kay That's such a Kay thing to do And why you wanna be like everybody else dawg it's okay being you And it's okay being true And it's okay if yuh thru Cause I know niggas ain't got no morals dawg it's okay if you do Like I would say fuck my ex but that shit won't make me better Got a girl that just gave me brain so good that it made me clever Got a girl that love to climb it, I ain't talking bout the weather Got a big crush on Zendaya I hope one day I get her I'm cut from a different cloth boy this a different leather Got me like who dumb enough to make me a target Watch me take it left like Harden I ain't even tryna bargain Don't you beg me for no pardon bitch Pull up wit yuh bitch ooh I'm the shit ooh Want my diamonds dancing twerking on my wrist ooh I'm a pitbull You a shih-tzu Why TF would you start with me, you know how I get But I been a better Kay I'm only doing shit that's gonna make me better aye Only want people around that's gonna help me elevate Only want people around that see me win and celebrate I ain't wit that hating shit dawg I'm not that artist you trade shots with no this ain't no paint and sip dawg But I been painting pics dawg And I been making hits dawg The bitches can't resist dawg And all my chicks bi like I haven't paid fuh shit dawg

Popped a pill, now it feel right You know how to make it feel right, yeah LAX for the flight California dreamin' for the night, yeah She's 'bout to party in L.A. She's got the molly in her drink She can hardly hear me when I say "Please, no more parties in L.A.", yeah She gon' have this shit her way Always at the party, that's the play Wonder if she hear me when I say "Please, no more parties in L.A." Cash drippin' out the Range truck Got some change and then you changed up Talkin' to me like you can't be fucked with You fucked me once, you still the same fuck You be running 'round the city wildin' Shit be goin' down, don't care to hide it Got me running 'round the city toxic (I hope you don't notice me) Me in V.I.P. got me wildin' Phone on DND, don't fuck the vibe up Party TNT, there's no survivors She done lots of tea, got no attire She came in for molly, X and Oxy' But she wants to top me hella sloppy Pussy fire as hot than the tropic She don't get acknowledged when she top me off Never acknowledge fuck shit a fake Faded top, I wouldn't boss up, great All that talking shit is for the jakes In L.A. it's drugs to the face She done took a couple to the face How much more drugs do it take To never hit another party out in L.A. I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more Yeah, bass Pretty bad bitch with the face Shawty, right there, I need a case Case of the 'Migo, case of the '42 Shawty, right there, I need the Ace Wild out time when you like that, uh Sex too good just to type that I don't condone doin' no pills But you do it with a thrill every time that you bite back Cali, the valley, the scores in Italy The pure lookin' hoes still fuck like hoes in the alley I take 'em to the function and send 'em to the bros for the alley I'm gettin' down in the bathroom, someone knock, knock at the door Nigga, stop cockblockin' We in Beverly Hills, somebody party I'm fuckin' me a white bitch at the hot topic One thing that a young nigga know, is these bitches they come, they go Monday through Sunday, Friday, Friday through Sunday, yo She tellin' me she want some of my pocket I must be lookin' like I'm one day old The bitch said she would never give a threesome I told you, I'll get it one day, hoe I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more

La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor) La da da da di da da-a, la-a 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 No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., 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) 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, I think 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 him 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 Make me 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 Scary Scary No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A 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 Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries For all my niggas with babies by bitches That use they 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 and 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 A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don't never drive it It took 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out And my assistant crashed it 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 all my cousins I love 'em Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker I just keep on lovin' you, baby And there's no one else I know who can take your place Please, no more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more parties in L.A Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh No more (Los Angeles) I'm out here from a very far away place All for a chance to be a star Nowhere seems to be too far