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      Low Life (feat. The Weeknd)

      Low Life (feat. The Weeknd)

      Future

      Album: EVOL

      Future - Low Life (feat. The Weeknd) Música y Letra

      Everybody getting high
      Getting high, getting high, getting high
      
      I just took some molly, what else? (Hey)
      Got some bitch from Follies with us ('scuse me, 'scuse me)
      She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
      I'mma fuck her broads, what else?
      Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
      Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
      'Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
      (Get, get, get)
      
      I turn the Ritz into a poor house
      It's like eviction number four now
      Go 'head and ash it on the floor now
      Girl go ahead and show me how you go down
      And I feel my whole body peaking
      And I'm fucking anybody with they legs wide
      Getting faded with some bitches from the West Side
      East coast, nigga repping North Side
      Never waste a hoe's time (Freebands)
      Bitch, I'm on my own time
      Fuck a nigga co-sign
      Always change my number and my phone line
      Baby girl, I don't lie
      Used to have no money for a crib
      Now my room service bill cost your whole lot
      If they try to stunt me, I go all out military
      I'm camo'ed all out, like I'm in the military
      I free up all my niggas, locked up in the penitentiary
      
      Cause I'm always repping for that low life
      Repping for that low life turn up
      Low life, low life, low life
      Know I'm repping for that low, low life
      Representing, I'm representing, representing
      Said I'm repping for that low life
      Low life, low life, low life, low life
      I'm representing for that low life
      Said I'm repping for that low life
      I'm repping, that's repping, I'm repping
      Low life, low life, low life
      Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep
      Woo, woo, woo, woo
      Yeah
      
      Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water
      I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter
      If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
      If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
      Porches in the valley, I got Bentleys, I got Raris
      Taking pain pills on the plane, getting chartered
      Popping tags on tags, I was starving
      Bitch, I got the juice and the carbon
      Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse
      Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out
      Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion
      Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissing
      I turn the Ritz into a lean house
      This my sixth time getting kicked out
      I can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous
      Niggas tryna ride my fuckin' wave, now they salty
      Running with the wave, get you killed quick
      Shoot you in your back like you Ricky
      Lil Mexico, from no life to afterlife
      My whole life, my whole life
      
      Cause I'm always repping for that low life
      Repping for that low life
      Low life, low life, low life
      Know I'm repping for that low, low life
      Representing, I'm representing, representing
      Said I'm repping for that low life
      Low life, low life, low life, low life
      I'm representing that low life
      Said I'm repping for that low life
      Low life, I'm repping for that lowlife
      Low life, low life, low life
      Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo
      Yeah
      
      Yeah, they stereotyping
      Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
      And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
      Keep a baby bottle like we wearing diapers
      Yeah, they stereotyping
      Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles
      And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers
      And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys
      Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper
      Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
      That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
      I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
      That's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
      I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
      Oh, that's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
      I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
      
      Getting high, getting high, getting high
      Everybody getting high
      Getting high, getting high, getting high
      Everybody getting high
      Getting high, getting high, getting high
      Everybody getting high
      Getting high, getting high, getting high
      And I'm the reason why
      Getting high, getting high, getting high
      Everybody getting high
      Getting high, getting high, getting high
      Everybody getting high
      Getting high, getting high, getting high
      Everybody getting high
      Getting high, getting high, getting high
      And I'm the reason why
      
      I just took some molly, what else?
      Got some bitch from Follies with us
      She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
      I'mma fuck her broads, what else?
      Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
      Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
      'Bout to fuck this club, what else?
      'Bout to fuck this club, what else?

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