All Night - Chieftain

You’ve got a body like karate

Ride-ride that Ferrari

Ride-ride that Bugatti

Ride-ride Maserati

Vroom vroom flicka that wrist

Skrt-skrt, that Ducati

'15 Clyde and Bonnie

I’m that Papi, she that Mami

Stan Smith, no Armani

Nike, no Versace

Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick huaraches

I love you like Joni loves Chachi

Honestly

That’s that real, that’s real — none of that fake ****

Another one of those «Yeah I know that I’m late.

****…»

I’m calling like «don't drop our reservation!»

But even if they do we gon' have a celebration

Living every day like we on a vacation

Just stay with me, girl just be patient

I’ll be back home, you can say «congratulations.»

You got a body like karate

Girl, you killing it, no lie

Hit it like black belts, smoking like Mike Phelps, we should kick it all the

time

Swear your hotter than sriracha

Girl, you know I got ya

Drinking Mai Tai’s, sipping matcha on the rooftop all night

All-Nightt, All-Nightt, All-Nightt…

Can I hit it in the morning while your roomie’s still sleeping?

Sock in the door so they come and they peep it

Yo, Austin, you know I do this **** often

From New York out to Boston

To Miami with the Dolphins

West side even Slauson

I spread fire, no arson

Told shorty that I’m starving, Cash talking

Bossin', that’s a hint and she caught it

I told her «Take caution.»

Got juice you don’t wanna get lost in

Henny D like it came from a martian

She look back at it like I’m out here stalking

She look back at it like I’m parallel parking

Two similes cause the look back’s awesome

Like God ****

I’m sipping my Henny that gotta be jelly that’s not jam

Like God ***

Body like a Maserati

Know you extra foreign like the Annunaki

We be swerving, rocking turbans out in Abu Dhabi

Not your father, call me daddy or you call me Papi

All Nightt

Can I hit it in the morning while your roommates are still sleeping?

Pretty like them girls back home, but that *** is Puerto Rican

I can’t lie, I can’t lie

Say my name, she call me Chieftain

Baby, come and live this life, I swear even the weeknights feel like weekends

Stay till after, after parties like it’s last of the Mohicans

If I said I got a secret could you peep it and still keep it?

Baby that ass, oh my gash, I can — I can not stop peeking

And I hate it when you walk away, but I love it when you walk away

Get what I’m saying, Fam?

God ****