Correction Paroles Late To Da Party (F*CK BET) par Lil Nas X

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Yeah, f**k BET (Yeah), f**k BET (Yeah), f**k BET (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, f**k 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 sh*t, b*t*h
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, b*t*h, 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 n***as 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 (Okay)
They don't want it like that, thеy want me to die, yeah

Don't try me, you better save that sh*t for somebody else
Don't try me, 'cause, b*t*h, I can't be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got 'em
Hundreds (Grr) inside this b*t*h, a hundred sticks
A hundred b*t*hes 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 now
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 (Okay)
They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah

Don't try me, you better save that sh*t for somebody else
Don't try me, 'cause, b*t*h, I can't be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got 'em

Hmm, get it, uh (Get it), window double tinted (Yeah, yeah)
Face is sitting pretty, you b*t*hes wouldn't get it, uh (Yeah)
I'm at Met Gala in Versace and it's fitted, uh
Farted on these n***as (Pfft), oops, I think I sh*tted
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 hip and 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 c*m, 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 sh*t for somebody else
Don't try me, 'cause b*t*h I can't be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got 'em

Yeah, f**k BET (Yeah), f**k BET (Yeah), f**k BET (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, f**k BET (They know that), yeah (They know that)
Yeah, ayy, yeah

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