Another Late Night - Drake feat Lil Yachty

(Grow up, n_gga)
Grrah, grrah, ayy
This lil' Drizzy reppin' 'Crete, ayy
My brother Capo from the way, he from the street, ayy
Wanna f_ck with me? Well, baby, I'm discreet, ayy

Ayy, thinkin' 'bout this pill I took, pillow talkin'
Shawty ran some Dillon Brooks, can't believe this n_gga 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_tch, 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

It's just another late night with my b_tch, ayy
Just another late night with my b_tch, ayy (With my b_tch)
And I hate to even call her ass my b_tch, ayy (Yeah, my b_tch)
'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_tch (Pssh, with my b_tch)
And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (Make sense)
Of whatever comes first, it comes next (Yeah, blatt)

Hm, hm (Grrah, pssh), hm (Yeah, pssh), hm (Yeah, pssh)
Hm, hm (Pssh), hm (Concrete), hm
Huh, yeah (Pssh), huh, yeah, yeah, huh (Pssh)

It's Lil Boat, I'm practically now from the 6ix (Pssh, pssh)
My doggy Luxxy ignorant, he from the bricks
Thinkin' 'bout this styrocup, really Wockin'
Let her f_ck on one my opps, let's see who really poppin'
Demolition gang, pop out, yeah, we get it knockin'
Boost a white b_tch up and now she think she really poppin'
F_ck my b_tch new body, sadly, I got demoitis
My b_tch know it's us without openin' either of her eyelids (Us)
It be so pure I don't even f_ck, 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_tches, just me and my team, (Us)

It's just another late night with my b_tch, ayy
Just another late night with my b_tch, ayy (With my b_tch)
And I hate to even call her ass my b_tch, ayy (Yeah, my b_tch)
'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_tch (Pssh, with my b_tch)
And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (Make sense)
Of whatever comes first, it comes next (Yeah, blatt)

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