Low Life – Future
Nghệ sĩ: Future
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Hợp âm bài hát (5):
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?
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 peakin'
And I'm fuckin' anybody with they legs wide
East coast nigga reppin' North Side, never waste a ho'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 reppin' for that low life
Reppin' for that low life, low life, low life
Low life, know I'm reppin' for that low
Said I'm reppin' for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
Said I'm reppin' for that low life
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 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, gettin' chartered
Poppin' tags on tags, I was starvin'
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, gettin' money my religion
Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissin'
I turn the Ritz into a lean house
This the sixth time gettin' kicked out
I can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous
Niggas tryna ride my fuckin' wave, now they salty
Runnin' with the wave, get you killed quick
Shoot you in your back like you Ricky
Li'l Mexico, with no life to afterlife
My whole life, my whole life
'Cause I'm always reppin' for that low life, low life, low life
Low life, know I'm reppin' for that low
Low life, yeah
Said I'm reppin' 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, they stereotypin'
'Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
Keepin' baby bottles like we wearin' diapers
Yeah, they stereotypin'
'Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles
And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers
And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys
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 up?
'Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
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