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6enisntreal - useless كلمات أغنية

[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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