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Lil Nas X – Late to the Party Lyrics


Late to the Party Lyrics by Lil Nas X (feat. Youngboy Never Broke Again)

 

F*ck B.E.T (x3)

Yuh

F*ck B.E.T, yuh yuh, ay, ya

Lick it on up mm mm

Slurp it, mm ah

Make it sloppy

Ok ok ok ok

Look at how I top sh*t, b*tch

I just put like three up in the top 10

I don’t need nobody

I just need these CC’s on my body

Everything I do b*tch right or wrong gon’ make a profit

Read about, I don’t even gotta sing about it

I wake up with the money that you ni**as dream about

Cheese all on my left, uh

Cheese all on my side, ya

They don’t want it like that

They want me need to die, yuh

Cheese all on my left, uh

Cheese all on my side, ya

They don’t want it like that

They want me to die, yea

Don’t try me

You better save that sh*t for somebody else

Don’t try me

Cuz b*tch I can’t be late to da party, yea

Yeah you know we got ehm

Hundreds inside this b*tch

A hundred sticks, a hundred b*tches

With a hundred thousand on my wrist, yeaa

Baddie in my bed and she plan on driving me

Demons in my head, I can’t stop ’em all from riding me

She want me to buy her some CC’s

She wanna eat and I hope she don’t bite none

She on her knees and she’s worshiping right now

With her friend I’m flirting now she want fight now

These people they know not to try me

I get in that mode and collect me a body


I’m up in New York like I’m Gotti, I’m riding with shorty like new Kawasaki’s

Cheese all on my left, uh

Cheese all on my side, ya

They don’t want it like that

They want me need to die, yuh

Cheese all on my left, uh

Cheese all on my side, ya

They don’t want it like that

They want me to die, yea

Don’t try me

You better save that sh*t for somebody else

Don’t try me

Cuz b*tch I can’t be late to da party, yea

Yeah you know we got ehm

Get it window double tinted

Face sitting pretty, you b*tches wouldn’t get it

I’m at Met Gala in Versace and it’s fitted

Farted on these ni**as *fart noise* oops I think I sh*tted

He want X I’m liking his sister, want her to perform so I gotta book her

She say Chanel bag, plus I’m gone flood her ears with boogers

They know not to try me they know for a fact that I got it

On my hip blue hundreds inside of my pocket

Mercedes-Benz with the brabus kit body

I shipped it, I hit it, take off like a rocket *grunt*

Long as she don’t tell nobody I’m ‘gone caress her whole body

Know I’m ready as soon as she come, uh, I lick it as soon as I’m done

Don’t want be late for the party, oh ah

You know I turn up, they can’t never turn me down

Don’t try me

You better save that sh*t for somebody else

Don’t try me

Cuz b*tch I can’t be late to da party, yea

Yeah you know we got ehm

F*ck B.E.T. (x3)

Yuh

F*ck B.E.T.

Yuh, yuh, ay, ya


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