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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'm a 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'm a 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?

Future и The weeknd - Low Life – текст


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