Another Late Night Lyrics

Another Late Night Lyrics

[Intro: Drake]
(Grow up, nigga)
Grrah, grrah, ayy
This lil' Drizzy reppin' 'Crete, ayy
My brother Capo from the way, he from the street, ayy
Wanna f**k with me? Well, baby, I'm discreet, ayy

[Verse 1: Drake]
Ayy, thinkin' 'bout this pill I took, pillow talkin'
Shawty ran some Dillon Brooks, can't believe this nigga talkin', damn
My bank account is magnolia, Milly rockin', ayy
Weirdos in my comments talkin' 'bout some Millie Bobby, look
Bring them jokes up to the gang, we get to really flockin'
Or send a finger to your mama in some FedEx boxes
Open up that sh*t, it's jaw droppin', really shockin', ayy
I ain't pretty flacko, b**ch, this sh*t get really rocky, ayy, what? Damn, what?
Dirty how I did him in the Wraith, what? Say
She actin' Hollywood, this ain't L.A., no way
She a pretty little lie like she shaped, but that's bae
Long as she don't lie to me, then it's okay

[Chorus: Drake & Lil Yachty]
It's just another late night with my b**ch, ayy
Just another late night with my b**ch, ayy (With my b**ch)
And I hate to even call her ass my b**ch, ayy (Yeah, my b**ch)
'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, man (Pssh, pssh)
Just another late night with my dawg (Pssh, with my dawg)
Just another late night with my b**ch (Pssh, with my b**ch)
And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (Make sense)
Of whatever comes first, it comes next (Yeah, blatt)

[Break: Lil Yachty]
Hm, hm (Grrah, pssh), hm (Yeah, pssh), hm (Yeah, pssh)
Hm, hm (Pssh), hm (Concrete), hm
Huh, yeah (Pssh), huh, yeah, yeah, huh (Pssh)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
It's Lil Boat, I'm practically now from the 6ix (Pssh, pssh)
My doggy Luxxy ignorant, he from the bricks
Thinkin' 'bout the styrocup, really Wockin'
Let her f**k on one my opps, let's see who really poppin'
Demolition gang, pop out, yeah, we get it knockin'
Boost a white b**ch up and now she think she really poppin'
f**k my b**ch new body, sadly, I got demoitis
My b**ch know it's us without openin' either of her eyelids (Us)
It be so pure I don't even f**k, ain't tryna raise her mileage
You take G6s knowin' you'll never take one with pilot ('Kay)
I let her go, she fine as hell but baby wasn't stylish (Yeah)
She had big tits like Billie Eilish but she couldn't sing (Drip)
We catch the opps, don't want no apologies, just kiss the ring (Mwah)
(Brrt) Yeah, ring, (Brrt, damn), yeah, ring
(Brrt) Mwah, ring, (Brrt), yeah, ring
I'll support the opps before I support sippin' green ('Kay)
We up in the Turks with twenty b**ches, just me and my team, (Us)

[Chorus: Drake & Lil Yachty]
It's just another late night with my b**ch, ayy
Just another late night with my b**ch, ayy (With my b**ch)
And I hate to even call her ass my b**ch, ayy (Yeah, my b**ch)
'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, man (Pssh, pssh)
Just another late night with my dawg (Pssh, with my dawg)
Just another late night with my b**ch (Pssh, with my b**ch)
And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (Make sense)
Of whatever comes first, it comes next (Yeah, blatt)