Late To Da Party (F*CK BET)

歌詞

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 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 'em 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 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 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 'em Hmm, get it, uh (Get it), window double tinted (Yeah, yeah) Face is sitting pretty, you bitches wouldn't get it, uh 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 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 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