LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeLate To da Party (Feat. Youngboy Never Broke Again)
Yeah, fuck BET (Yeah) , fuck BET (Yeah)fuck BET (Yeah, yeah)Yeah, fuck BET (They know that)Yeah (They know that)Yeah, ayy (D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey)YeahLick it all up (Mhm, mm)Slurp it (Mhm, ah)Make it sloppy (Okay, okay, okay, okay)Look at how I top shit, bitchI just put like three up in the top tenNow I don't need nobodyI just need these CCs on my bodyEverything I do, bitchRight or wrong, gon' make a profitRead about itI don't even gotta sing about itI wake up with the moneyThat you niggas dream about, uhCheese all on my left, uhCheese all on my side, yeahThey don't want it like thatThey want me to die, yeahCheese all on my left, uhCheese all on my sidе, yeahThey don't want it like thatThеy want me to dieDon't try meYou better save that shit for somebody elseDon't try me, 'cause, bitchI can't be late to the party, yeahYeah, you know we got a—Hundreds (Grr) inside this bitchA hundred sticksA hundred bitcheswith a hundred thousand on my wrist, yeahBaddie in my bed and she plan on drivin' me (What?)Demons in my headI can't stop 'em all from rottin' meShe want me to buy her some CCsShe wanna eat and I hope that she don't bite, nahShe on her knees, and she's worshipin' right nowWith her friend I'm flirtin'Now she wan' fight nowThese people they know not to try meI get in that mode and collect me a bodyI'm up in New York like I'm GottiI'm ridin' lil' shorty like new KawasakisCheese all on my left, uhCheese all on my side, yeahThey don't want it like thatThey want me to die, yeahCheese all on my left, uhCheese all on my side, yeahThey don't want it like thatThey want me to die, yeahDon't try meYou better save that shit for somebody elseDon't try me, 'cause, bitchI can't be late to the party, yeahYeah, you know we got a—Hmm, get it, uh (Get it)Window double tinted (Yeah, yeah)Face is sitting prettyYou bitches wouldn't get it, uh (Yeah)I'm at Met Gala in Versace and it's fitted, uhFarted on these niggas (Pfft)Oops, I think I shittedHe want X', I'm likin' his sisterWant her to performSo I gotta book her (Let's go, let's go)She say, "Chanel bag, "plus, I'm gon' flood her ears with boogersThey know not to try meThey know for a fact that I got itOn my and hip blue hundreds inside of my pocketMercedes-Benz with the Brabus kit bodyI shipped it, I hit itTake off like a rocket (Vroom)Long as she don't tell nobodyI'm gon' caress her whole body, uhKnow I'm ready as soon as she cum, uhI lick it as soon as I'm done (Yeah, uh)Don't wan' be late for the party (MM, ah, ah)You know I turn upThey can't never turn me downDon't try meYou better save that shit for somebody elseDon't try me, 'cause bitchI can't be late to the party, yeahYeah, you know we got 'emYeah, fuck BET (Yeah) , fuck BET (Yeah)fuck BET (Yeah, yeah)Yeah, fuck BET (They know that)Yeah (They know that)Yeah, ayy, yeah
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