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by Future

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Low Life” is a song by Future. This page features time-synced lyrics that highlight each line as the song plays — press play to sing along in real time. The lyrics contain 97 lines.

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High, high, getting high

Everybody getting high

Getting high

High

I just took some molly, what else?

Got some bitch from Follies with us

She gonna 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? (Get, get)

Metro Boomin' want some more nigga

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, 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, low life, yeah

(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 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

Porsches 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 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, from no life to afterlife

My whole life, my whole life

'Cause I'm always repping for that low life

Low life, low life, low life

Know I'm repping for that low life yeah

(Representing, I'm representing, representing)

Said I'm repping for that low life

Low life, low life, low life, low life

Said I'm repping for that low life

Low life, low life, low life, yeah

Yeah, they stereo-typing

'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 stereo-typing

'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, everybody getting high

Getting high, everybody getting high high

Getting high, everybody getting high

Getting high, and I'm the reason why

Getting high, getting high, everybody getting high

I just took some molly, what else?

Got some bitch from Follies with us

She gonna 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, what else?

'Bout to fuck this club, what else?

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High, high, getting high Everybody getting high Getting high High I just took some molly, what else? Got some bitch from Follies with us She gonna 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? (Get, get) Metro Boomin' want some more nigga 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, 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, low life, yeah (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 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 Porsches 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 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, from no life to afterlife My whole life, my whole life 'Cause I'm always repping for that low life Low life, low life, low life Know I'm repping for that low life yeah (Representing, I'm representing, representing) Said I'm repping for that low life Low life, low life, low life, low life Said I'm repping for that low life Low life, low life, low life, yeah Yeah, they stereo-typing '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 stereo-typing '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, everybody getting high Getting high, everybody getting high high Getting high, everybody getting high Getting high, and I'm the reason why Getting high, getting high, everybody getting high I just took some molly, what else? Got some bitch from Follies with us She gonna 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, what else? 'Bout to fuck this club, what else?
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