Another Late Night Song by Drake: “Another Late Night” is a Brand New English Song, sung by Drake and Lil Yachty. ​Another Late Night Song lyrics were penned by Drake, Lil Yachty, and ChildBoy, and the music was produced by Lil Yachty & ChildBoy.

Drake – Another Late Night Lyrics

(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 Fu*k 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 Shit, It’s Jaw Droppin’, Really Shockin’, Ayy
I Ain’t Pretty Flacko, B!tch, This Shit 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 A*s 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 Fu*k 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’
Fu*k 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 Fu*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!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 A*s 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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