No More Parties in LA lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
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

[Chorus]
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 sh*t 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."

[Verse]
Cash drippin' out the Range truck
Got some change and then you changed up
Talkin' to me like you can't be f*cked with
You f*cked me once, you still the same f*ck
You be running 'round the city wildin'
sh*t 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 f*ck 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
pus*y fire as hot than the tropic
She don't get acknowledged when she top me off
Never acknowledge f*ck sh*t a fake
Faded top, I wouldn't boss up, great
All that talking sh*t 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.?
[Part II]

[Chorus]
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
I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more

[Verse]
Yeah, bass
Pretty bad b*tch 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 f*ck like whores 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
n*gga, stop c*ckblockin'
We in Beverly Hills, somebody party, I'm f*ckin' me a white b*tch out of Hot Topic
One thing that a young n*gga know, is these b*tches 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 b*tch said she would never give a threesome
I told you, I'll get it one day, ho
[Chorus]
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
I know you don't wanna do L.A. no more