Drake – Another Late Night (feat. Lil Yachty) Lyrics

Another Late Night

Drake (feat. Lil Yachty)

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"Another Late Night." - Drake (feat. Lil Yachty)

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 11:02 pm

Album: For All The Dogs Scary Hours Edition

Track No: 21

Grow up, ****
Grrah, grrah, aye
This lil' Drizzy reppin' 'Crete, aye
My brother Capo from the way, he from the street, aye
Wanna fuck with me? Well, baby, I'm discreet, aye
Aye, thinkin' 'bout this pill I took, pillow talkin'
Shorty rinsin' Dillon Brooks, can't believe this **** talkin', damn
My bank account is magnolia, Milly rockin', aye
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 shit, it's jaw droppin', really shockin', aye
I ain't pretty flacko, bitch, this shit get really rocky, aye, 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 liar like she Shay, but that's bae
Long as she don't lie to me, then it's okay
It's just another late night with my bitch, aye
Just another late night with my bitch, aye (With my bitch)
And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, aye (Yeah, my bitch)
'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 bitch (Pssh, with my bitch)
And we ridin' 'round, tryna make sense (Make sense)
Of whatever comes first, it comes next (Yeah, blatt)
Hm, hm, hm, hm
Grrah, pssh, pssh, pssh (Yeah)
Hm, hm, hm, hm (Pssh)
Concrete
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, huh (Pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh)
It's Lil' Boat, I'm practically now from the 6ix (I'm from the 6ix)
My doggy Luxxy ignorant, he from the bricks (He's from the bricks)
Thinkin' about this styrocup, really Wockin'
Let her fuck on one my opps, let's see who really poppin'
Demolition gang, pop out, yeah, we get it knockin'
Boost a white bitch up, and now she think she really poppin'
Fuck my bitch new body, sadly, I got demoitis
My bitch know it's us without openin' either of her eyelids (Us)
It be so pure, I don't even fuck, ain't tryna raise her mileage
You take G6s knowin' you'll never take one with pilot ('Kay)
I let her go, and 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, brrt (Damn)
Yeah, ring, yeah, ring (Mwah)
Brrt, brrt
Ring, yeah, ring
I'll support the opps before I support sippin' green ('Kay)
We up in the Turks with twenty bitches, just me and my team (Us)
It's just another late night with my bitch, aye
Just another late night with my bitch, aye (With my bitch)
And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, aye (Yeah, my bitch)
'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 bitch (Pssh, with my bitch)
And we ridin' 'round, tryna make sense (Make sense)
Of whatever comes first, it comes next (Blatt, grrah)

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, M. McCollum & D. Jackson.

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