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no more parties in la - kanye west, the pastelle collective lyrics

[intro: junie morrison]
los angeles is a lonely sort of place
even for a boy’s first embrace
let me tell yo’, i’m out here
from a very far away place
all for the chance to be a star, nowhere seems to be too far

[chorus: kanye west]
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
please (shake that body, party that bod—)
please (shakе that body, party that body)

[verse 1: kanye west]
yes, mr. west, turn that new child rеbel
loud as a badass child level
who need a chorus? we do it tyrannosaurus
tyrone, it’s been a year with no phone
could you explain how high is your zone?
we’ll take the plane, rub his nose in cocaine
there’s hoes in magazines you layin’ saying you’re lame
and for the hate in advance, pull down your pants
make ’em kiss both cheeks like we living in france
diamonds blue, his business manager’s jewish
and if i get sued, my lawyers jews
some girls do grab the cojones
say, “you got enough diamonds to at least sierra loan us”
brand new ferraris, i gotta make the donuts
crs is like a hip*hop christmas bonus
n*ggas is hating on the internet, i couldn’t tell
i was too busy rapping g.o.o.d. as h*ll
i was too busy flying, parasail
to colette to get the new sh*t that paris sell
tarantino, da vinci, getting benjis
get half*off at fendi, half of that’s to cindy’s
get my groupie hoochies gucci, monica belluccis
are those the real millionaires or the bindis?
i’m so ultra, i’m even over oprah
but let me check your account, haha, no sir
[chorus: kanye west]
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
please (shake that body, party that bod—)
please (shake that body, party that body)

[verse 2: lupe fiasco]
(right, right, right, right)
they call me lupe, i’ll be your new date
they wanna smell like me, they want my bouquet
but they can’t, they accented like the uk
turn that eau de lupe to pepe le pew spray
flagrantly fragrant and they can’t escape it
my perfume pursued them everywhere that they went
and i’m from chi*town, that’s where i flies ’round
keep some cartier frames over my eyes now
we used to g*ngb*ng, a lot of that done died down
children of the hat tiltin’ keepin’ hope alive now
all with no high, i do it so fly
banksy’s attack helicopter with the bow tie
but see my secret’s safe, it’s in my secret safe
that’s in my secret room on my secret base
so from the runner of the fnf crew
come in hip hop, we’ve come to resurrect you
[chorus: kanye west]
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
please (shake that body, party that bod—)
please (shake that body, party that body)

[verse 3: pharrell williams]
its incredible how i etch my plans out
to be physically subtle and financially stand out
you should see me stick the baguettes on my hands out
and literally carve a structure so no one can touch ya
teenage girls’ll love ya and models wanna f*ck ya
ice cream ya way on to somebody’s magazine cover
so much money that the lid threatens eruption
and the bank says you don’t
have to call like you’re usher
in the hood wake up to the hammer noise
sound like the work of my jerks the swagger boys
pull up in them eyes wide open
stack of toys
if your girl want to leave with us that’s her choice
the feelin throbbin’ i got it and poppin’ phenomenon
n*gga signed a million dollar check wit his pajamas on
film it like a p*rno no need to re*word it
n*gga the enzo just came and i ain’t have to jerk it
new cript and florida were the soul core corridors
yes them babies mine, f*ck i need to go on maury for
rewire my brain, aspire to attain
tell jacoblight on the platinum keep the fire in the chain
yikes i mean ice on the motherf*cker gleam
i guess if my ice is fire it leave you n*ggas stinged
see there’s you, there’s me, and there’s between
if you remove the between you see i achievin’ you dreams
my name is skateboard p
[outro: kanye west]
you know afterwards we hopped on la’s jet
still i was ridin’ those thin*ass jets
i want it like that
can i have it like that?
and yes, we had it like that
we on a jet flying back to new york partying
what’s your? i think we watching mean girls
and that’s how we party’d

- kanye west the pastelle collective lyrics

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