Future - Low Life (Lyrics) ft. The Weeknd

Future - Low Life (Lyrics) ft. The Weeknd Stream/Download: Follow our Spotify Playlist: Future Follow Loku: Wallpaper: Submit your Track, questions, art or further inquiries? Please email: yoyoloku@ Lyrics [Verse 1: 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 peakin’ And I’m f***in’ anybody with they legs wide Gettin’ faded with some b****es from the West Side East coast, n**** reppin’ North Side Never waste a ho’s time (Freebands) B****, I’m on my own time F*** a n**** 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 An’ free up all my n***** locked up in the penitenti’ [Chorus: The Weeknd & Future] ’Cause I’m always reppin’ for that low life Reppin’ for that low life (Turn up) Low life, low life, low life Know I’m reppin’ for that low, low life (Representin’, I’m representin’, representin’) Said I’m reppin’ for that low life Low life, low life, low life, low life (I’m representin’ for that low life) Said I’m repping for that low life (I’m reppin’, that’s reppin’, I’m reppin’) 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 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’ B****, 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 b**** 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 N***** tryna ride my f***in’ 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 [Chorus: The Weeknd & Future] ’Cause I’m always reppin’ for that low life Low life, low life, low life Know I’m reppin’ for that low, low life (Representin’, I’m representin’, representin’) Said I’m reppin’ for that low life Low life, low life, low life, low life (I’m representin’ that low life) Said I’m reppin’ for that low life (Low life, I’m reppin’ for that low life) Low life, low life, low life (Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo) Yeah [Verse 3: Future] Yeah, they stereotypin’ ’Cause they know a n**** keep ten rifles (Ten rifles) And they know a n**** keep ten snipers (Ten snipers) Keep a baby bottle like we wearin’ diapers Yeah, they stereotypin’ ’Cause they know a n**** keep twenty rifles And they know a n**** keep twenty snipers And they know a n**** 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 I just took some molly, what else? Got some b**** from Follies with us She gon’ f*** the squad, what else? I’ma f*** her broads, what else? B**** from Pakistan, what up? Ferraris and them Lambs, what else? ’Bout to f*** this club up, what else? ’Bout to f*** this club up, what else?