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6enisntreal - useless lyrics

[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?]

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