Kanye West

No More Parties In LA
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 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 body) 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 SongtexteMama 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 lesions, rappers and managers Music and not phone cameras This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thingThat 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 the matters fucked 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 hair still good though, the hair still good though [?] Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical, make me get spiritual Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Captain 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 uni fee And I walk through with ease, moving units through consumer streets - 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 Aus Songtexte Mania