Lil Nas X RIGHT THERE Lyrics
Late to the party, come on
In the club, get ghetto (B****, get ghetto)
Three b****es on me, man, the night can’t get no better (Can’t get no better)
That’s it right there (Yeah), that’s it right there (Yeah)
That’s it right there, that’s it right there
Hol’ up, lil’ b****, what you need? What you need?
I need a n**** with loose-lick hips
I need a model with some big, fake lips
I just did X in the bathroom stall
On a B-list star, gettin’ my A-list round
I’m JK like I’m next to LM
I’m so drunk that my shit went limp, ayy, ayy, uh
Baddies on Henny’
To tell you the truth, n****, I’m Papoose, I’ma need my Remy
In that brand new Chu like Jimmy
Uh, a n**** finna Turner like Timmy
Then hit my ex like, “Baby, did you miss me?”
I’m tryna f**k, you’ll f**k up my kidneys
F**k up this drank, yeah, babe, that’s polygamy
Late to the party, come on
Late to the party, come on
My AP bust like the cops when the camera ain’t on
Last year, a n**** went missin’
This year, I’m washin’ these n****s like I was just doin’ the dishes
My b****es is n****s, these n****s is b****es
I’m drunk as f**k, what is the difference? Look
Late to the party, come on
In the club, get ghetto (B****, get ghetto)
Three b****es on me, man, the night can’t get no better (Can’t get no better)
That’s it right there (Right there), that’s it right there
That’s it right there, that’s it right there
Everywhere you turn when he come
Casamigos, I been it
Hennessy drink, I’m spinning, ooh
That’s it right there (Right there), that’s it right there
That’s it right there, that’s it right there
B****, I’m a shoelace after Henny and D’USSÉ
I need my hoes by the douse
Let’s make a movie, you and your roommate
I get it and get it
Came in, they thought I was skemished
Everyone thought I’d be finished
How could he get any bigger than the biggest faker ever, ho?
I did it, and did it, and did it again
Look at the charts, who bigger than him?
I take the juice and I mix it with gin
I take your b**** and I mix it with him, damn, yeah
Top of the morning, top of the charts
Gaining top on the top of the car
I’ve been on top, they all said I wouldn’t pop
I can still write ’cause I pop, I used to sleep on the couch
Now I’m on the beach and the leaves got the hoes doin’ X on the yacht
Look what God did
N****s better recognize who I is
Whole world on my pee pee, yep, yep
Like cam make ’em, skeet-skeet
Wet, wet, Maybach go, “Beep-beep” (Skrrt)
Big Nas, come get that work
Montero, these hoes gon’ flirt
Lost and found, I can’t find my shirt
Montero just popped that Perc
This feel like God is first
This scripture a Bible verse
Buss it open and make it, uh
Buss it open and make it twerk
Late to the party, come on
In the club, get ghetto (B****, get ghetto)
Three b****es on me, man, the night can’t get no better (Can’t get no better)
That’s it right there (Right there), that’s it right there
That’s it right there, that’s it right there
Everywhere you turn when he come
Casamigos, I been it
Hennessy drink, I’ll spin it, ooh
That’s it right there (Right there), that’s it right there
That’s it right there, that’s it right there