Useless

By Decio

Released on December 17, 2016

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[Chorus]:

I hurt these boys by the punchline

Down bad and its Halftime

Grinding hard like its crunchtime

Grind King after Pound signs

I'm on a chase for that moola

Dead Faces with some shooters

Smokin mary 'til I'm roofless

Only Fuck her, the hoe useless

Only Fuck her, the hoe useless

Only Fuck her, the hoe useless

Ay, She Useless

[Verse 1]:

She do it all just for a few dollas, She do anything just to gain attention

She can't fit in at my roundtable, cause that's not the life im livin

For my time, i take nun but benjis

I dont want all them in my business

Im killin' shit if i feel set up, Turn a warm house so chilling

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Dodgin' traps everyday, forcin' ends to meet

In the trap a couple days out the week

Anything to keep my pockets off E

Fuck this crooked Government and the Police

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I dont live a ordinary lifestyle

Everybody wanna know wassup with me

Im just coolin, Keep a low profile

That white man ain't cheatin no hours from me

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Im cuttin them corners illigely

Fast Cash in my Pedigree

She outta place with a pretty Face

Turnt informant, what they tellin me

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First two rules in these streets

Keep it kosher, No talk to Police

Get exploited, give ya cold feet

This the exposure u get from me

[Chorus]:

I hurt these boys by the punchline

Down bad and its Halftime

Grinding hard like its crunchtime

Grind King after Pound signs

I'm on a chase for that moola

Dead Faces with some shooters

Smokin mary 'til I'm roofless

Only Fuck her, the hoe useless

Only Fuck her, the hoe useless

Only Fuck her, the hoe useless

Ay, She Useless


[Verse 2]

Just fuck the bish, then its fuck her

Got plays to make and accomplish

Can't let her interfere my moments

Rather make it out by my lonely

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Got a few in life depending on the kid

Ain't no other option but to get out and win

Really about that life that you pretend

Leave your soul flowin in the wind

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Smoke mary til my senses gone

It cost me nun to get sum killas on ya

It hard to breathe with dirt on top ya coffin

Ya time tickin' like metronomes

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Ain't gotta pay but still pay fa it

Keep respect strong in my circle

A few went behind my back on me

Fucx everybody, Feelin like youngsta

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They wonder how, they try and pick my brain

But can't compare we are not the same

My name really hold weight in this game

You can't walk the walk, You just a lame

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Expressions speak more than a punchline

These broke boys only fantisize

Im really outchea on the frontlines

No backin down when its wartime

[Chorus]:

I hurt these boys by the punchline

Down bad and its Halftime

Grinding hard like its crunchtime

Grind King after Pound signs

I'm on a chase for that moola

Dead Faces with some shooters

Smokin mary 'til I'm roofless

Only Fuck her, the hoe useless

Only Fuck her, the hoe useless

Only Fuck her, the hoe useless

Ay, She Useless