Lirik Lagu Future Ft. The Weeknd – Low Life

By | November 20, 2019
Lirik Lagu Future Ft. The Weeknd - Low Life

Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high

Get Ready For Future’s Verse
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 up, what else?
(Get, get, get)

I turn the Ritz into a pole 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 life
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, -ow 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

[Verse 2: Future]
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 the 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, wit no life to afterlife
My whole life, my whole life

[Hook: The Weeknd (Future)]
Cause I’m always repping
for that low life

Low life, low life, low life
Know I’m repping for that low, -ow 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?
we ’bout to fuck this club, what else?

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