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Everybody getting highGetting high, getting high, getting highI just took some molly, what else? (Hey)Got some bitch from Follies with us ('scuse me, 'scuse me)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 poor houseIt's like eviction number four nowGo 'head and ash it on the floor nowGirl go ahead and show me how you go downAnd I feel my whole body peakingAnd I'm fucking anybody with they legs wideGetting faded with some bitches from the West SideEast coast, nigga repping North SideNever waste a hoe's time (Freebands)Bitch, I'm on my own timeFuck a nigga co-signAlways change my number and my phone lineBaby girl, I don't lieUsed to have no money for a cribNow my room service bill cost your whole lifeIf they try to stunt me, I go all out militaryI'm camo'ed all out, like I'm in the militaryI free up all my niggas, locked up in the penitentiaryCause I'm always repping for that low lifeRepping for that low life turn upLow life, low life, low lifeKnow I'm repping for that low, low lifeRepresenting, I'm representing, representingSaid I'm repping for that low lifeLow life, low life, low life, low lifeI'm representing for that low lifeSaid I'm repping for that low lifeI'm repping, that's repping, I'm reppingLow life, low life, low lifeRep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, repWoo, woo, woo, wooYeahWake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's waterI been on the molly and them Xans with your daughterIf she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorryIf she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorryPorches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got RarisTaking pain pills on the plane, getting charteredPopping tags on tags, I was starvingBitch, I got the juice and the carbonTurn a five star hotel to a traphouseRoaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash outFlood my cross with ice, getting money my religionGot my baby momma and my side bitch kissingI turn the Ritz into a lean houseThis the sixth time getting kicked outI can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseousNiggas tryna ride my fuckin' wave, now they saltyRunning with the wave, get you killed quickShoot you in your back like you RickyLil Mexico, from no life to afterlifeMy whole life, my whole lifeCause I'm always repping for that low lifeRepping for that low lifeLow life, low life, low lifeKnow I'm repping for that low, low lifeRepresenting, I'm representing, representingSaid I'm repping for that low lifeLow life, low life, low life, low lifeI'm representing that low lifeSaid I'm repping for that low lifeLow life, I'm repping for that lowlifeLow life, low life, low lifeRep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, wooYeahYeah, they stereotypingCause they know a nigga keep ten riflesAnd they know a nigga keep ten snipersKeep a baby bottle like we wearing diapersYeah, they stereotypingCause they know a nigga keep twenty riflesAnd they know a nigga keep twenty snipersAnd they know a nigga keep ten wifeysSniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniperWifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifeyThat's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?I think I like her, like her, like her, like herThat's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?I think I like her, like her, like her, like herOh, that's your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?I think I like her, like her, like her, like herGetting high, getting high, getting highEverybody getting highGetting high, getting high, getting highEverybody getting highGetting high, getting high, getting highEverybody getting highGetting high, getting high, getting highAnd I'm the reason whyGetting high, getting high, getting highEverybody getting highGetting high, getting high, getting highEverybody getting highGetting high, getting high, getting highEverybody getting highGetting high, getting high, getting highAnd I'm the reason whyI just took some molly, what else?Got some bitch from Follies with usShe 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?'Bout to fuck this club, what else?
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