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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeAnother Late Night (Feat. Lil Yachty)
(Grow up, nigga)Grrah, grrah, ayyThis lil' Drizzy reppin' 'Crete, ayyMy brother Capo from the way, he from the street, ayyWanna fuck with me? Well, baby, I'm discreet, ayyAyy, thinkin' 'bout this pill I took, pillow talkin'Shawty ran some Dillon Brookscan't believe this nigga talkin', damnMy bank account is magnolia, Milly rockin', ayyWeirdos in my comments talkin' 'bout some Millie Bobby, lookBring them jokes up to the gang, we get to really flockin'Or send a finger to your mama in some FedEx boxesOpen up that shit, it's jaw droppin', really shockin', ayyI ain't pretty flacko, bitchthis shit get really rocky, ayy, what? Damn, what?Dirty how I did him in the Wraith, what? SayShe actin' Hollywood, this ain't L. A. , no wayShe a pretty little lie like she shaped, but that's baeLong as she don't lie to me, then it's okayIt's just another late night with my bitch, ayyJust 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 hodon'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) , hmHuh, 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 bricksThinkin' 'bout 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 demoitisMy bitch know it's uswithout openin' either of her eyelids (Us)It be so pure I don't even fuckain't tryna raise her mileageYou take G6s knowin' you'll never take one with pilot ('Kay)I let her go, she fine as hellbut baby wasn't stylish (Yeah)She had big tits like Billie Eilishbut she couldn't sing (Drip)We catch the opps, don't want no apologiesjust kiss the ring (Mwah)(Brrt) Yeah, ring, (Brrt, damn) , yeah, ring(Brrt) Mwah, ring, (Brrt) , yeah, ringI'll support the opps before I support sippin' green ('Kay)We up in the Turks with twenty bitchesjust me and my team, (Us)It's just another late night with my bitch, ayyJust 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 hodon'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)
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