Low Life (feat. Future)

The Weeknd

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    [Future]
    High, high, get, get, getting high, everybody getting high
    Get, get, get, getting high, you're unbelievably high

    I just took some molly, what else?
    Got some bitch from Follies with us
    She gon' fuck the squad, what else?
    I'ma fuck her broads, what else?

    Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
    Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
    'Bout to fuck this club up, what else? (Yeah, yeah!)
    (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga!) (Turn up!)

    [The Weeknd]
    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 'head 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
    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'd all out, like I'm in the military
    And free up all my niggas locked up in the penitenti'
    '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)
    Yeah (I'm representing)
    Said I'm repping for that low life (representing)

    Low life, low life, low life, low life
    Said I'm repping for that low life
    Low life, low life, low life

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    [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 won't ever tell her: Sorry
    If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her: Sorry
    Porsches in the valet, 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 carbine

    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 fucking wave, now they salty

    Running with the wave, get you killed quick
    Shoot you in your back like you Ricky
    Lil Mexico, with no life to afterlife
    My whole life, my whole life

    [The Weeknd]
    'Cause I'm always repping for that low life
    Low life, low life, low life
    Know I'm repping for that low
    Low life (representing)
    Yeah (I'm representing)
    Said I'm repping for that low life (representing)

    Low life, low life, low life, low life
    Said I'm repping for that low life
    Low life, low life, low life (wait, wait, low life)
    Yeah

    [Future]
    Yeah, they stereotyping
    'Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
    And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
    Keeping baby bottles 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? (Oh)
    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

    I just took some molly, what else?
    Got some bitch from Follies with us
    She gon' fuck the squad, what else?
    I'ma fuck her broads, what else?

    Bitch from Pakistan, what up? (Oh)
    Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
    'Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
    We 'bout to fuck this club up, what else?

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    Composición: Doc, Dj Khaled, Daheala, Nayvadius Wilburn, Ben Billions y The Weeknd

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