Late To Da Party Lyrics by Lil Nas X & YoungBoy Never Broke Again, from the album “LNX2*”, music has been produced by Jason Goldberg & Take a Daytrip, and Late To Da Party song lyrics are penned down by David Biral, Denzel Baptiste, Jason Goldberg, YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Lil Nas X.
Late To Da Party – Lil Nas X & YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics
| Singer | Lil Nas X & YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Music | Jason Goldberg & Take a Daytrip |
| Song Writer | David Biral Denzel Baptiste Jason |
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)
Yeah
Lick it all up (Mhm, mm)
Slurp it (Mhm, ah), make it sloppy (Okay, okay, okay, okay)
Look at how I top shit, bitch
I just put like three up in the top ten
Now I don’t need nobody, I just need these CCs on my body
Everything I do, bitch, right or wrong, gon’ make a profit
Read about it
I don’t even gotta sing about it
I wake up with the money that you niggas dream about, uh
Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah
They don’t want it like that, they want me to die, yeah
Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my sidе, yeah
They don’t want it like that, thеy want me to die
Don’t try me, you better save that shit for somebody else
Don’t try me, ’cause, bitch, I can’t be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got a—
Hundreds (Grr) inside this bitch, a hundred sticks
A hundred bitches with a hundred thousand on my wrist, yeah
Baddie in my bed and she plan on drivin’ me (What?)
Demons in my head, I can’t stop ’em all from rottin’ me
She want me to buy her some CCs
She wanna eat and I hope that she don’t bite, nah
She on her knees, and she’s worshipin’ right now
With her friend I’m flirtin’, now she wan’ 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 ridin’ lil’ shorty like new Kawasakis
Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah
They don’t want it like that, they want me to die, yeah
Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah
They don’t want it like that, they want me to die, yeah
Don’t try me, you better save that shit for somebody else
Don’t try me, ’cause, bitch, I can’t be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got a—
Hmm, get it, uh (Get it)
Window double tinted (Yeah, yeah)
Face is sitting pretty, you bitches wouldn’t get it, uh (Yeah)
I’m at Met Gala in Versace and it’s fitted, uh
Farted on these niggas (Pfft), oops, I think I shitted
He want X’, I’m likin’ his sister
Want her to perform, so I gotta book her (Let’s go, let’s go)
She say, “Chanel bag,” plus, I’m gon’ flood her ears with boogers
They know not to try me, they know for a fact that I got it
On my and 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 (Vroom)
Long as she don’t tell nobody, I’m gon’ caress her whole body, uh
Know I’m ready as soon as she cum, uh
I lick it as soon as I’m done (Yeah, uh)
Don’t wan’ be late for the party (Mmm, ah, ah)
You know I turn up, they can’t never turn me down
Don’t try me, you better save that shit for somebody else
Don’t try me, ’cause bitch I can’t be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got ’em
Yeah, fuck BET (Yeah), fuck BET (Yeah), fuck BET (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, fuck BET (They know that), yeah (They know that)
Yeah, ayy, yeah
