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letra de useless - 6enisntreal

[verse 1: xul south pacific trading co. est 1918]
why the f-ck you wanna be me?
you like me, f-ck, got me on repeat
swear to god, b-tch, everybody wanna be me
look around town, higher than a b-tch
swear to god, b-tch, i don’t really f-cking give a sh-t
off these drugs everyday, yeah, i’m really gone, b-tch
(yeah)
what the f-ck you thought? what the f-ck you thought, b-tch?
(yeah, huh, yeah)
yeah, keep on talkin’ sh-t, get your cash up
that boy wanna k!ll me, f-ck yeah, you’re getting slashed up
yeah, i’m finna stab you in your throat and your back, bruh
yeah, i’m finna stab you in your gut and your face, b-tch
i don’t give a f-ck, yesterday and today, b-tch
h-ll yeah, b-tch, get the f-ck out of my face, b-tch
what, what— what do you want?
i don’t really give a f-ck, yeah, f-ck off
every single day i wake up, i’m high as f-ck
i don’t give a f-ck
swear to god, b-tch, yeah, i’m off of all these different types of drugs
yeah, i’m f-cked up
i don’t wanna do sh-t, b-tch, f-ck you, b-tch
get the f-ck out of around me
i just get the cash, get the money
(yeah, yeah, f-ck, yeah)
it’s not funny, yeah
high as sh-t under the sun when it is sunny, b-tch, yeah
i don’t give a sh-t, bruh, suck on my d-ck, bruh
f-ck every single f-cking thing that exists, b-tch
i don’t give a sh-t, b-tch
(b-tch, yeah, yeah)
what the f-ck is this, b-tch?
yeah, i swear to god, yeah, i’m useless
yeah, i don’t do sh-t, i don’t do sh-t, yeah
i don’t really care about you, b-tch
punch you in your face, and then i’m knocking out your tooth b-tch
yeah, i’m cool as sh-t, i’m sick as f-ck, i got the flu, b-tch
yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse 2: unjustjumar]
s-stupid ass— ass— n-gga, yeah he strai— ai— ai—, —our
hundred f-ck— f-ck— f-ck— f-ck— f-cking bands, it only t-take an hour
t-take an hour—
—ucking bands, it only—
a- a-, a- a-, a- a-
all this f-ck- f-ckin’ bread is sour—
all this f-ck- f-ckin’ bread- bread is sour—
bread is—
[?]
—i, —i
stupid ass- ass- ass n-gga, yeah, he straight- straight [?]
hun- hundred f-ck- f-ck- f-ck- -bands, it only t-take an hour— t-take an hour
a- a- a- all these f-ck— f-ck—
got this b-tch on my d-ck, li- li- like, what- what the f-ck
[?]
f-ckin- [?], i- i g- got this sh-t tucked— tucked
[?] f-ckin’ big ass gun
stupid ass- ass- ass n-gga, yeah, he straight- straight [?]
hun- hundred f-ck- f-ck- f-ck- -bands, it only t-take an hour— t-take an hour
a- a-

[verse 3: mixxan]
i don’t know who made this beat, but it’s hard as f-ck
(yeah)
bust on her face, then i leave, i don’t give a f-ck
f-ck on you b-tch, and you look like a stupid c-nt
drugs in my head, goin’ dumb, i don’t give a f-ck
[?], yeah, it’s not that hard
talkin’ on my name, leave him dead in this f-ckin’ car
bad white b-tch, fat ass, that sh-t got me hard
f-ck wifiskeleton (wifiskeleton—, wifiskeleton—, wifiskeleton—)
bomb in my pocket, gonna shoot a f-cking cop
leave his body in a ditch, yeah, i [?]
look like a [?] smokin’ on that pot
yeah, you look like a little kid, smokin’ on this fake
yeah, i do a lot of coke, then i shoot you in the face
me and 6en posted up, we’ll shoot you in the face
f-ck on that b-tch, then i bust on her face
f-ck [?], f-ck jaydes
[verse 4: 6enisntreal/6en]
yeah, i sleep with a stick like a kid with a plush
voices in my head, saying “k!ll”, when i f-cking blush
shorty want love, i just gave her some dust
said she feel a spark, nah, b-tch, that’s a rush
don’t ask question, i’on open up much
every homie that i had turned to pain in a clutch
red dot peekin’ out the scope like it’s blush
pills in my blood, now my soul finna drift
got the choppa singing like a boy-band hit
heard they want smoke, then i’m sparking up the zip
knocking off hats, i ain’t talkin’ bout no tip
catch his ass lackin’, how his face all on a wall
shot him in the neck, make him gargle, then he f-ckin’ fall
carve a x in a chest, watch the blood start to grow
heard he got a vest, aim high, or f-ck a chest
i be hunting in the dark, leaving holes where they rest
caught his ass once, now his shirt look stained
talkin’ bout “beef”, i just cooked your whole gang
i ain’t human no more, yeah, i evolved from the pain
turn his block to a trap, now they pray when i [?]
put a stick in his mouth and now he chewin’ with a [cage?]

- 6enisntreal

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