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run it back (feat. retri) - tablefourteen lyrics

[pre*hook]
smoke that pack
i got drum mags, stuffed into my gat
beat this b*tch black
got you in my scope hit that collat
yeah i hit that
pull up to your house with the kalash
i got big racks
spend it on your murder run it back

[hook]
run it back yeah
i’m about to run it back
(x4)

[verse 1]
throw her corpse into a coffin while i’m smoking on a blunt
i could tell the world about how you betrayed the man you loved
you’re addicted to your trauma, i’m addicted to your drugs
karma smacks up like a b*tch and you deserve it, f*cking c*nt

[verse 2]
i don’t f*ck, with no cheats
i don’t f*ck, with no snakes
now your future’s looking bleak
and the world will know your name
i don’t f*ck, with your love
i don’t f*ck, with your lies
you’ll be one and f*cking done
hope he decimates your life
[pre*hook]
smoke that pack
i got drum mags, stuffed into my gat
beat this b*tch black
got you in my scope hit that collat
yeah i hit that
pull up to your house with the kalash
i got big racks
spend it on your murder run it back

[hook]
run it back yeah
i’m about to run it back
(x4)

[verse 3, retri]
critical kiss your b*tch under the mistletoe
grab a missile out the sky and with it yeah i k!lled your hoe
critical kiss your b*tch under the mistletoe
grab a missile out the sky and with it yeah i k!lled your hoe
f*ck a no melody
that what you tellin me
miss what you sayin g
go back and pay the fee
sh*t i forgot you cheap
all these kids trailing me
but you all failing to catch up (aye)
come on b*tch you heard me catch up
imma turn you into catch up
use you like a condom and (condiment)
i know you ain’t too fond of it
if you ain’t speeding up you gon get smacked up
p*ssy boy stand up put both those hands up
k!ll all these artists you know that i’m next up
future king of h*ll yeah the demons wish me well
you think this a joke and it’s so easy to tell
dark alleys with the blade that’s where i dwell
you think this a joke and it’s so easy to tell
dark alleys with the blade that’s where i dwell
[pre*hook]
smoke that pack
i got drum mags, stuffed into my gat
beat this b*tch black
got you in my scope hit that collat
yeah i hit that
pull up to your house with the kalash
i got big racks
spend it on your murder run it back

[hook]
run it back yeah
i’m about to run it back
(x4)

- tablefourteen lyrics

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