Many fans of Minaj enjoyed the track and wanted a full-length version due to the song only being 1.00 minute long, but this was either never composed or never released.
2 Lit 2 Late Interlude
Nicki Minaj Lyrics
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He say his love, I don't it want it, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
You do too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, I'm cool on it, I'm straight
You shoulda been listenin', listenin' in
Too busy glistenin', glistenin' in
Why you ain't listen then, listen back then?
Now you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
In the song "2 Lit 2 Late Interlude" by Nicki Minaj, she is directly addressing a former lover. The lyrics suggest that the relationship is over, and she is no longer interested in his love. When he tries to come back to her, she tells him that it is "too late" and she is "cool on it." This means that she is not interested in reconciling with him and has moved on from the relationship.
She also addresses how he was not listening to her during their relationship. Instead, he was too busy focusing on himself and "glistenin'". This implies that he was not paying enough attention to her needs and wants, and now he has lost his chance to make amends. Overall, the song is a message to anyone who may have taken her for granted or not treated her well in the past.
The repetitive nature of the chorus emphasizes the finality of the situation. Nicki is confident in her decision to move on, and she is not willing to listen to any excuses or apologies from her ex. The song delivers a strong message about self-respect and not settling for less than you deserve in a relationship.
Line by Line Meaning
I said I'm cool on it, baby, yeah, I'm straight
I have had enough and don't want any more of it.
He say his love, I don't it want it, yeah, too late
He offers his love, but I don't want it anymore, and it's too late for him to change anything.
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
You are both too much and too little, and your chance is long gone.
You do too much, too little, yeah, too late
You try too hard, and then you don't try at all, and it's too late to do anything about it now.
You shoulda been listenin', listenin' in
You should have been paying attention earlier.
Too busy glistenin', glistenin' in
You were too busy being flashy and shiny.
Why you ain't listen then, listen back then?
Why didn't you listen in the past?
Now you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Now you are trying too hard and too little, and it's too late to make up for your mistakes.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Written by: Adam King Feeney, Brittany Talia Hazzard, Julian Gramma, Onika Tanya Maraj
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on Anaconda (Explicit)
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big dope dealer money, he was gettin' some coins
Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace
Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish
Now that's real, real, real
Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had 'em pushing daffodils
I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit
By the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him in my automobile (hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill (hey)
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (hey)
He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey)
So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like (hey)
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (damn)
Look at, look at, look at
Look, at her butt
This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
Dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's
Real country-ass nigga, let me play with his rifle
Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil
Now that bang, bang, bang
I let him hit it 'cause he slang Cocaine
He toss my salad like his name Romaine
And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain
I'm on some dumb shit
By the way, what he say? (Ooh, hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him in my automobile (hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep telling me to chill (hey)
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (hey)
He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey)
So I pulled up in the Jag', Mayweather with the jab like (hey)
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (damn)
Look at, look at, look at
Look, at her butt
Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
(Oh my God, look at her butt)
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Don't, my anaconda don't
Don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (oh my gosh)
Look at, look at, look at
Look at her butt
Yeah, he love this fat ass, hahaha!
Yeah, this one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club
I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?
Fuck them skinny bitches, fuck them skinny bitches in the club
I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the muthafuckin' club
Fuck you if you skinny bitches, what? K'yeah
Haha, haha, rrr
Yeah
I got a big fat ass
K'yeah
Come on
(Damn)
(Damn)
(Hey)
(Hey)
(Hey)
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