No More Parties in LA [REMIX]

[Verse: BRYAN•BRWN]
I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven
When I awoke, I spent that on a necklace
Havin’ the same issues that as Yeezy “The Don” West is
Can’t tell a nigga nothing, he get Kanye reckless
Walkin’ on stages, rattlin’ cages
Know who the best is? Is that is question?
I play the left and right like ambidextrous
Been unaccepted, since in that van in Indiana
As a lil’ man, down to see his family and his grandma
When momma was workin’ and she had to drop me off nana’s to watch me
But they ‘bout to have to watch me on camera
Mutha’fuck a casket, I’ll a Saran another beat
Shed crocodile tears if niggas rappin’ after me
I’ll Sudan him for a ‘B, and have him loggin’ in the sea
You couldn’t fuck with me if I was 5 and you was touchin’ me
Or you was stuck to me, stick the bitches tongue with cutlery
Niggas only call me Kendrick when fruit turn money trees
Thank God for me, he made God in me 
I’m scribblin’ scriptures, gettin’ me big policies
Indigenous digits triplin’, flippin’ it by 3
Stevie niggas can’t see they ain’t competin’ with a genius
The IQ inside they Brain ain’t even higher than my penis
I mean it, but to believe it I guess you would have to see it
Your bitch is religious ‘bout me, pro’ly cuz I made her eat it
My Nina a singer, piercin’ the body anemic
My strange fruit hang in a noose but stay schemin’
Ya’ chain too, I came for the loot
I’m pain bringin’
I got shawties I can’t name
But answer the damn phone, I been calling you all day
And please, baby, no more parties in L.A.
Them mollies and coke hit Saudi’s in Pompeii, ayy

[Bridge: Larry Graham]
I just keep on lovin' you, baby
And there's no one else I know can take your pla-, pla-, pla-

[Chorus: BRYAN•BRWN]
(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.
(Please)
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A.

Written by BRYAN•BRWN

Artwork by E•NNCE

Prod. Kanye West & Madlib

A SYNTAX WORLDWIDE PRODUCTION

No More Parties in LA [REMIX]

KENNY WIT DA FU

[Chorus]
I'm willin' to die for this shit
I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit
D-O-T my enemy, won't catch a vibe for this shit, ayy
I'm willin' to die for this shit
I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit
I got UW on my arm and we gon’ side for the shit
Pull up late to the function, still arrive to the shit

[Verse 1]
I’m willin’ to ride for this shit
All my chips on the table, put my life in the shit
I’m prepared if I really gotta survive off the shit
‘Cause I ain’t never been recognized as the popular jit

[Chorus]
I'm willin' to die for this shit
I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit
I got UW on my arm and we gon’ side for the shit
Pull up late to the function, still arrive to the shit

[Verse 2]
I seemed very keen on sayin’ I would die for the bitch
I lied to the bitch, now she think I’m a monster, well shit
It’s in my-it’s in my blood I ain’t been a sentimental, nigga
She like thugs, but I’m a rappin’ on a instrumental nigga
I got news! We got the addy, ho’
Come outside your house
She got a pool, it ain’t made of water but she got a fat ass mouth
She like girls and I like girls, I think it’ll all work out
Say she’d never fuck with a nigga, but fuck it though
We boutta turn her out 

[Chorus]
I'm willin' to die for this shit
I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit
D-O-T my enemy, won't catch a vibe for this shit, ayy
I'm willin' to die for this shit
I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit
I got UW on my arm and we gon’ side for the shit
Pull up late to the function, still arrive to the shit

Written by BRYAN•BRWN

Artwork by E•NNCE

Prod. TREETIME

A SYNTAX WORLDWIDE PRODUCTION

KENNY WIT DA FU

ANGRY!

[Intro]
Alright, alright, alright check it out
What we tryna find out tonight is
Who rock the party better? 
The ladies or the fellas

[Verse 1]
Y’all niggas been waitin’ for something that wasn’t gon come for a minute
I had to back to the root, back to berry
Windows tinted, uh
Melodies on my breath, like keeping double D’s on my chest
I fell out of the zone, can’t trust a nigga or bitch
I’ll get it on my own
Y’all niggas been waitin’ for something that wasn’t come for a minute
I had to back to the root, back to berry
Windows tinted, uh
Melodies on my breath, like keeping double D’s on my chest
I had couple needs that I met, along with a group of b’s I done catched
Them hoes’ll flock to the money like bunnies, but honey I’m ‘bout to leave in a sec
Buddy, I keep a beach in a vet
Nah-nah, I keep a bitch, not Yvette
I mean buddy, I let my guard down a couple times
I don’t need reason to stress
You know I brought the stars down a couple times
I’ll be touching Mars with the next, ho!

[Chorus]
I still taste the cocaine
Sex with gypsy, we ain’t saying no names
Okay, okay
They ain’t selling those strains
Binary code cracked, it could go both ways

[Verse 2]
Okay! Stretched, talk to me
Get you stretched
Stretched, talk to she? Now you stretched
Stretched, I don’t even need to stretch
Bet if you play with E, you’ll be stretched
Stretched, play the team now you—mm
It remind me of when the team was a sketch
Back when I had dream with a catch
Now I just got a fling and an ex
I had another sting in my back
But really I want a thing with my ex
I’m tryna have the fiends in the Met
Fasho, that’ll make a demon upset
That’s ‘gon another beam to balance
Play gymnastics with a mean contraption
Have them niggas pushin’ tee’s, no malice
Woo!
I put a light on the opposition head
It ain’t something he imagined
Pass me a mic, nigga, everybody dead
Friend or foe, it hardly matters
Woo!
Hear the hisses through the chatter
Woo!
Now they pissier than bladder
Woo!
B-b-bustin’ out the canister
Ricardo you gon’ have to test ya’ stamina
Buddy Lee comin’ through with them banananana clips
And I heard he ain’t even got manager
Shit, well if niggas got issues with “GETTHEBREAD!!” and “March 18th”
Then I’ll come like an amateur
Ricocheting still bringin’ my ammo up
Nah, I’m just playin
I got a lil’ horse in my voice, it ain’t Megan or Pamela
But those is the stallions of choice when I catch me a hit like that nigga from Canada

[Chorus]
I still taste the cocaine
Sex with gypsy, we ain’t saying no names
Okay, okay
Ayy, they ain’t selling those strains
Binary code cracked, it could go both ways, like uh

[Verse 3]
I ain’t doing favors for niggas no more
I am not the favorite lil nigga no more?
Alright, bet, say less
I’ma flip a paycheck ‘til I ain’t even neighbors to niggas no more
I shouldn’t have to spit a verse for you fuck niggas
How I ain’t dangerous to niggas no more?
I am not the one who put the beauty and the pain in a paintin’?
Save it my nigga, y’all slow
Tossin’ big stones from a glass house to a mad house, put ya’ window pane on the road
When the green low that solidified gold look little bit more like a gentrified Hulk
Mmm, that part
Y’all really felt that part
When the lies fade out, truth ain’t the bad part
We all trapped behind bars if we mascots
If it lines up a little loud like Babar

TINTED PANES

[Chorus]
Trust yo mirror, if not they lying for they sake
We put diamonds in yo face
We put diamonds in yo face
Trust no ho, trust no nigga, no thot
They dying for they taste
We put diamonds in they face
We put diamonds in they face
We put—

[Verse]
I don’t know shit ‘bout those
Way he talk, know he don’t know shit ‘bout bro
I don’t waste fits on hoes
If the sweatpants don’t get it done, don’t go
I can’t even pick my flows, I’ll switch in a minute
Y’all split y’all folk, one chick in a rented
One in this post, one slipped on her nigga
One been in vogue
But y’all don’t go snitch on woe
Yea I got options, skids on row
I don’t need problems in this store
Want a birkin bag? Better fix yo dough
These niggas move reckless, they don’t do stretches
I had lo for the party, yo
No issue in shortening tracks if he want attachments testing his cardio
Donde es barrio? Make him say, “adios”
Dios mio, mi hijo Ignacio
Who his people, his shorty and amigos?
We ain’t evil, don’t sweat if his mommy close
Oh, he flipping
He talk to the opposition?
I’m supposing that’s how you gon’ roll now
Heard they switches is transferred with auto-mission
When I peep a deception, we roll out
I’m offended if I see dollar missing
I ain’t letting off shit, it could go down
Half these bitches is trippin’ or not a witness to what niggas just did up in old town
You get caught in a lie, you dropped
Piggy’s round here think he big like pac
Word around I’m the big bad wolf
Niggas come at sundown, just to blow yo spot

[Chorus]
Trust yo mirror, if not they lying for they sake
We put diamonds in yo face
We put diamonds in yo face
Trust no ho, trust no nigga, no thot
They dying for they taste
We put diamonds in they face
We put diamonds in they face
We put—
We put diamonds in yo face
We put diamonds in yo face
Trust no ho’—
We put diamonds in they face
We put diamonds in they face
We put—
Trust yo mirror, if not they lying for they sake
We put diamonds in yo face
We put diamonds in yo face
Trust no ho, trust no nigga, no thot
They dying for they taste
We put diamonds in they face
We put diamonds in they face

NO FACE STEP!!

shout out ICYTWAT!

Chorus]
Who go get the bag? Mr. Wad of Cash
Mr. Who?
Come through shakin’ ass, straight up out the mag
Mr. Who?
Who gon’ grip it fast, Mr. Make It Last
Mr. Who?
Temporary swag, don’t go rape the tag
Mr. Who?

[Post-Chorus]
I want diamonds in the face sometimes
Talking crazy only take me out my place sometimes, right?
I’m gon spend a little cake sometimes
I could serve it up like it’s a 808 just fine, right?

[Verse 1]
Who gon buss it down, who was built to drown cuddy?
Who gon take the crown, who create the sound? Buddy
When I was making rounds, I was still around Bubby
It run me to the ground, violate the now
Violate the—
Now that’s eww watch, a pretty big watch
But we gon see runnin’ this shit in a year, watch
I put the key in your ignition, disappear, watch
Respect ya minion, not the boss
Them niggas still opps

[Chorus]
Who go get the bag? Mr. Wad of Cash
Mr. Who?
Come through shakin’ ass, straight up out the mag
Mr. Who?
Who gon’ grip it fast, Mr. Make It Last
Mr. Who?
Temporary swag, don’t go rape the tag
Mr. Who?

[Post-Chorus]
I want diamonds in the face sometimes
Talking crazy only take me out my place sometimes, right?
I’m gon spend a little cake sometimes
I could serve it up like it’s a 808 just fine, right?

[Verse 2]
Servin it, swervin’ it
Rubber scorching, burning it
Up proportions, earning it
Now she no longer curvin’ it
Turnin’ it, yearning it
Gon show you what I learned wit it
Permanent, firmament
Bushido who you working, strip

[Break]
I want diamonds in the face sometimes
Talking crazy only take me out my place sometimes, right?
I’m gon spend a little cake sometimes
I’m gon-, I’m gon spend a little cake sometimes

[Chorus]
Who go get the bag? Mr. Wad of Cash
Mr. Who?
Come through shakin’ ass, straight up out the mag
Mr. Who?
Who gon’ grip it fast, Mr. Make It Last
Mr. Who?
Temporary swag, don’t go rape the tag
Mr. Who?

[Post-Chorus]
I want diamonds in the face sometimes
Talking crazy only take me out my place sometimes, right?
I’m gon spend a little cake sometimes
I could serve it up like it’s a 808 just fine, right?

Mr. Who? [LOVE WHO REMIX]

[Verse 1]
Fuck that in my feelings shit, flex on that hoe
Wet dreamin’ bout a dollar bill, check on no hoe
Dawg, tell her nigga bout the neck on that hoe
Had sun-sun laying like vegetable though
Woah, I don’t do no talking reckless to bro
Put pressure on precious if the temperature cold
Where you think she got the template for those?
Tall dark skin nigga, I’m accepted fasho
Creepin’ while you out, I’m boutta show you what she like
I mean what the fuck you think she doing boarding on a flight? Zoom!
If you assuming what we doing, do it right
Comma-sutra, put her back inside the Uber for the night over
My brodie strong arm with the right shoulder
Everybody know she cheating, you gon be alright soldier
I only put it on my wrist if they bring ice over
Tell a lie and put it on yo bitch ‘cause I’m a dice roller
Shake it up, shake it up, shake it up, shake it
It’s risk in playing Syntax niggas, don’t take it
If I don’t want the bitch back, why would you taste it?
Basic! She clouted now, he tryna be famous
Oh, like I don’t understand tryna run it up
Oh, if he a hundred grand, I’m a hundred slugs
Done it plus, I don’t even stand when I buss it up
Like I’m moving bricks out in a van the way I cut it up
Turn a nigga palace to Sudan, what a nice trip
Peep out the schematics of the plan, it’s a crisis
Name a label after Uncle Sam, that’s some psyche shit
Rapid fire lies shorty, just a slight switch
Don’t let niggas put it on yo head, you a psychic
Bop, don’t sell it on the edge if its priceless
Now that’s stupid, just flip it like it’s real estate
Watch it split like big banana-clip, what the gorilla ate?
Box of chips’ll leave a nigga crispy on a dinner plate
You gotta be the judge of raising niggas, Uncle Phil relate

[Outro]
Yeah, shorty
I’m back on my shit
Cooking crack on this stage, that’s as black as this get
Get a sack of this page, made back bags of this lick
Blow the back off this song and the back off yo bitch

Lonely Winter Free

24 Nasir

LAUNDRY MAT

Prod. TREETIME

A lil sumn sumn to hold y’all over before I drop any real music

BRYAN “BUDDY” BRWN

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