Another Late Night Songtext
von Drake

(Grow up)
Grrah, grrah, ayy
This lil′ Drizzy reppin' ′Crete, ayy
My brother Capo from the way, he from the street, ayy
Wanna fuck 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 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 shit, it's jaw droppin', really shockin′, ayy
I ain′t pretty flack, bitch, this shit gets 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 bitch, ayy
Just another late night with my bitch, ayy (with my bitch)
And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, ayy (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 (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 six (pssh, pssh)
My doggy luxxy ignorant, he from the bricks
Thinkin' ′bout this syrup, really working

Let her warm up 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 thinks she really poppin'

Fuck my bitch new body, sadly, I got demoitis
My bitch knows it′s us without openin′ either of her eyelids (us)
It's pure in here, try to reap off Milly
You take G six 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 (drop)
We catch the opps, don′t want no apologies, just kiss the ring (mwah)

(Bru, bru) yeah, ring, (bru, bru damn), yeah, ring
(Bru, bru) mwah, ring, (bru, bru), 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, ayy
Just another late night with my bitch, ayy (with my bitch)
And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, ayy (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)