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![[Intro: Drake] (Grow up, nigga) 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 [Verse 1: Drake] Ayy, thinkin' 'bout this pill I took, pillow talkin' Shawty rinsin' 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 flacko, bitch, 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 liar like she Shay, but that's bae Long as she don't lie to me, then it's okay [Chorus: Drake & Lil Yachty] 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) You might also like First Person Shooter Drake 8am in Charlotte Drake IDGAF Drake [Break: Lil Yachty] Hm, hm (Grrah, pssh), hm (Yeah, pssh), hm (Yeah, pssh) Hm, hm (Pssh), hm (Concrete), hm Huh, yeah (Pssh), huh, yeah, yeah, huh (Pssh) [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] 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 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, 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 bitches, just me and my team (Us) [Chorus: Drake & Lil Yachty] 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)](https://cdn8.hifimov.co/picture/preview/nUE0pUZ6Yl9mZF5xoJAxov5hMKDiqv9KZHIaEmSwZJ5MERuGGR9MpP9-ZwDjXFfbXRucEzyAo3LhL_8cK3tlAQN5v7P/(HiFiMov.co)_drake-another-late-night-ft-lil-yachty-directed-by-cole-bennett.webp "[Intro: Drake] (Grow up, nigga) 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 [Verse 1: Drake] Ayy, thinkin' 'bout this pill I took, pillow talkin' Shawty rinsin' 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 flacko, bitch, 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 liar like she Shay, but that's bae Long as she don't lie to me, then it's okay [Chorus: Drake & Lil Yachty] 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) You might also like First Person Shooter Drake 8am in Charlotte Drake IDGAF Drake [Break: Lil Yachty] Hm, hm (Grrah, pssh), hm (Yeah, pssh), hm (Yeah, pssh) Hm, hm (Pssh), hm (Concrete), hm Huh, yeah (Pssh), huh, yeah, yeah, huh (Pssh) [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] 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 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, 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 bitches, just me and my team (Us) [Chorus: Drake & Lil Yachty] 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)")
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![[Intro] <br/>Brrt <br/>Look, 'Crete <br/>Mm, hm <br/> <br/>[Verse] <br/>Same nigga breakin' down hoes left and right (Yeah) <br/>I was countin' up an M on a private flight (Yeah) <br/>All this Chrome on my body like a medieval knight (Hmm) <br/>I was fuckin' up a sack on that purple Sprite (Yeah) <br/>All my bitches been official, even tote a pistol (Yeah) <br/>Even blow up like a whistle (Yeah), lie to officials (Yeah) <br/>I'll drip you down in crystals if I know you're real (Mwah) <br/>Have you geekin' out your body off a pink pill <br/>I caught you lyin', tell me and I'll fuck with you still (Damn) <br/>So many properties I bought, I'm king of the hill <br/>Fuck nigga need to learn his place 'fore we put 'em in it (Yeah) <br/>Steppin' and swaggin', I'm runnin' shit, I might run for senate (Huh) <br/>I got a bitch up in the kitchen, wearin' them coochie cutters (Yeah) <br/>Free my doggy out that cell, straight up out the gutter (Sweet) <br/>Been them niggas ever since the position needed fillin' <br/>And I fear I didn't see it, it was just me and Dylan (You see) <br/>You see, it was just me and Justin (Drive) <br/>Grippin' her hair while she top me', might give her a concussion (Yeah) <br/>I don't like discussions (Damn), I'm too rich for fussin' (Exactly) <br/>Look her dead in her eyes and have that pussy bustin' (Yeah) <br/>I ain't ever cuffin' (Yeah) <br/>If my corner baby die, he psyched out, still (Yeah) <br/>Your baby daddy broke, no need for him to write a will (Yeah) <br/>I put paint on my nails, bitches fuckin' still (Still) <br/>It's old money in my bank that I'm spendin' still (Yeah) <br/>Lifestyle shit get twisted, I been livin' shady (Creep) <br/>I been beatin' up that sack like I'm Devin Haney (Beat it) <br/>I don't need a rap friend, I'ma step solo (Facts) <br/>I try anything once, the lifestyle YOLO <br/>I don't wanna be posted on the blogs, I don't wanna answer calls <br/>I did this shit for my dawgs, I just beat up the mall <br/>I just beat up my wrist, I was duckin' IRS <br/>I was takin' that risk, I was takin' that bitch <br/>I was flyin' Air Drake, so I was takin' that switch (Brrt) <br/>Bitch (Yeah) <br/>They gave me M's at eighteen, ain't know what to do (Yeah) <br/>I fuck a sack up at a jeweler, I was goin' stupid (Oh) <br/>Fell in love with a teller, I don't know cupid <br/>Gotta tell my stepper \](https://cdn3.hifimov.co/picture/preview/nUE0pUZ6Yl9mZv5xoJAxov5hMKDiqv9KZHS_rGSwZUO_nTk-DHb0oF9-ZwDjXFfbXRucEzyAo3LhL_8cK3tlAQN5v7P/(HiFiMov.co)_lil-yachty-solo-steppin-crete-boy.webp "[Intro] <br/>Brrt <br/>Look, 'Crete <br/>Mm, hm <br/> <br/>[Verse] <br/>Same nigga breakin' down hoes left and right (Yeah) <br/>I was countin' up an M on a private flight (Yeah) <br/>All this Chrome on my body like a medieval knight (Hmm) <br/>I was fuckin' up a sack on that purple Sprite (Yeah) <br/>All my bitches been official, even tote a pistol (Yeah) <br/>Even blow up like a whistle (Yeah), lie to officials (Yeah) <br/>I'll drip you down in crystals if I know you're real (Mwah) <br/>Have you geekin' out your body off a pink pill <br/>I caught you lyin', tell me and I'll fuck with you still (Damn) <br/>So many properties I bought, I'm king of the hill <br/>Fuck nigga need to learn his place 'fore we put 'em in it (Yeah) <br/>Steppin' and swaggin', I'm runnin' shit, I might run for senate (Huh) <br/>I got a bitch up in the kitchen, wearin' them coochie cutters (Yeah) <br/>Free my doggy out that cell, straight up out the gutter (Sweet) <br/>Been them niggas ever since the position needed fillin' <br/>And I fear I didn't see it, it was just me and Dylan (You see) <br/>You see, it was just me and Justin (Drive) <br/>Grippin' her hair while she top me', might give her a concussion (Yeah) <br/>I don't like discussions (Damn), I'm too rich for fussin' (Exactly) <br/>Look her dead in her eyes and have that pussy bustin' (Yeah) <br/>I ain't ever cuffin' (Yeah) <br/>If my corner baby die, he psyched out, still (Yeah) <br/>Your baby daddy broke, no need for him to write a will (Yeah) <br/>I put paint on my nails, bitches fuckin' still (Still) <br/>It's old money in my bank that I'm spendin' still (Yeah) <br/>Lifestyle shit get twisted, I been livin' shady (Creep) <br/>I been beatin' up that sack like I'm Devin Haney (Beat it) <br/>I don't need a rap friend, I'ma step solo (Facts) <br/>I try anything once, the lifestyle YOLO <br/>I don't wanna be posted on the blogs, I don't wanna answer calls <br/>I did this shit for my dawgs, I just beat up the mall <br/>I just beat up my wrist, I was duckin' IRS <br/>I was takin' that risk, I was takin' that bitch <br/>I was flyin' Air Drake, so I was takin' that switch (Brrt) <br/>Bitch (Yeah) <br/>They gave me M's at eighteen, ain't know what to do (Yeah) <br/>I fuck a sack up at a jeweler, I was goin' stupid (Oh) <br/>Fell in love with a teller, I don't know cupid <br/>Gotta tell my stepper \")
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