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runitback!

I tell her go fuck with another guy 

So I guess I’ll sing her a lullaby 
And say go to sleep cause baby I’m tired 
I tell her go fuck with with another guy 
Go touch on the devil go play with the fire 
And no I can’t give it another try 
If she calling my phone then it better be dire 
So I think I’ll tell her another lie 
Then I’ll tell her the truth when I’m feeling inspired 

Oh me oh me oh my 
I think I wanna cry 
I think you needa go 
I do not feel alive 
I think I wanna try
I think I wanna die 
I think I’m losing hope 
I do not feel alive 

I tell my shawty bye you shoulda seen her eyes 

That girl be (?) but that girl anit never high 

So what do I do 
And how do I move 
I sit at my house alone in my room
I smoke in the done 
A beat on the tube 
I’m missing her face so I look at her nudes 
I’m missing her waist 
I’m missing her moods 
I’m missing her laugh 
I’m missing her food 
Lil shawty could cook 
So that I approve 
But can we just pray 
We anit both on the news 

Cause that would be wrong
Yeah that would be bad 
And I’d have to leave 
Like both of our dads 
I hope I don’t die 
I hope I don’t crash 
Cause she in the trunk 
With her head in a bag 

And she’ll probably cry 
And I’ll prolly laugh 
Cause I’m doing 90 
I’m hitting the dash 
I promised you baby 
That you was the last 

So I guess I’ll sing her a lullaby 
And say go to sleep 
Cause baby I’m tired 
I tell her go fuck with with another guy 
Go touch on the devil 
Go play with the fire 
And no I can’t give it another try 
If she calling my phone then it better be dire 
So I think I’ll tell her another lie 
Then I’ll tell her the truth when I’m feeling inspired 

Oh me oh me oh my

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oxox.ty - Lullaby ( prod. iof x Ross Gossage )

lay your undead thoughts to rest
jaws sharp shark attacks 
deal in heart attacks
weapons syllables favorable don't lack

splash oceanic flow wavy like open sea
on a strong breeze 
claiming you the best, i contest,
 atchoo, call bs,
 its the only time i sneeze, 
these words from my minds polite 
before it shatters your dreams
it ask please 
my raps a disease burrows inside till you see
how 
dope i is, like a farm that dispenses to a dispensary
smoke angelic cause the weeds heavenly
not meth but rap speedily a f1 racer that's pacier
than Hussain bolts bolting down a glacier

 
readily slipping and sliding around
fakier rapping clowns,
leave you with a smile
but you the joke 
projectile 
mental shooting straighter than a homing missile when it flies
to a stationary target, die respectful
so cool, make ice in a freezer drool
wordsmith, this my craft, words my tools
tearing apart jesters and fools 
stitch them into fabric of society angrily 
was mad sprinkling annoyance turned to anger 
hastily 


acidic in nature 
dont poke this bear or 
he'll bear teeth 
and turn grizzly
sense these words not senseless it won't digress
locked in targets a mess with stress i confess
he shot first 
got the aid kit, time to split him like a cheque 
after finishing a meal with a girl that progressed
my pen i call spirit, possessed with the opposite
of chill 
killer intent containing his instinct to start shit
 end it with the first track not worth it

ill be fighting novice with a ton of bricks 
my writing seasoned smooth 
like casanova in heat
have every syllable biting 
its lip my style seductive 
with every verse, I cause a ruckus
 intense like a rugby ruck is
killing you softly with these words Lauren
 hill blessed us
with tracks that's timeless lay your undead thoughts to rest
jaws sharp shark attacks 
deal in heart attacks
weapons syllables favorable don't lack

splash oceanic flow wavy like open sea
on a strong breeze 
claiming you the best, i contest,
 atchoo, call bs,
 its the only time i sneeze, 
these words from my minds polite 
before it shatters your dreams
it ask please 
my raps a disease burrows inside till you see
how 
dope i is, like a farm that dispenses to a dispensary
smoke angelic cause the weeds heavenly
not meth but rap speedily a f1 racer that's pacier
than Hussain bolts bolting down a glacier

 
readily slipping and sliding around
fakier rapping clowns,
leave you with a smile
but you the joke 
projectile 
mental shooting straighter than a homing missile when it flies
to a stationary target, die respectful
so cool, make ice in a freezer drool
wordsmith, this my craft, words my tools
tearing apart jesters and fools 
stitch them into fabric of society angrily 
was mad sprinkling annoyance turned to anger 
hastily 


acidic in nature 
dont poke this bear or 
he'll bear teeth 
and turn grizzly
sense these words not senseless it won't digress
locked in targets a mess with stress i confess
he shot first 
got the aid kit, time to split him like a cheque 
after finishing a meal with a girl that progressed
my pen i call spirit, possessed with the opposite
of chill 
killer intent containing his instinct to start shit
 end it with the first track not worth it

ill be fighting novice with a ton of bricks 
my writing seasoned smooth 
like casanova in heat
have every syllable biting 
its lip my style seductive 
with every verse, I cause a ruckus
 intense like a rugby ruck is
killing you softly with these words Lauren
 hill blessed us
with tracks that's timeless 
times up you timeless your heart stopped
does it mean you heartless
 who cares off with your head
leaving you flightless and lifeless
times up you timeless your heart stopped
does it mean you heartless
 who cares off with your head
leaving you flightless and lifeless

Wordsmith - Ft DJ Bubblez

(Pressure, Pressure, Pressure)
(Pressure, Pressure)
(Pressure, Pressure)
(Pressure, Pressure)

Baby know I ain't like the rest now
I'm trying my best
Trynna get it off my chest
Trynna get rid of all this stress, like how?
Tell me what you need
What you fein right now
I'mma stay 10, yeah 10 toes down
Baby know me, i'm applying the pressure
Smoking on spliff I won't stress her
She said she love me but I will not let her
Talking down on me like I need a lecture
She trip on things yeah I just don't get her
Ride around town trynna look for some plays
Yeah I ain't talk to my lady in days
Tears me apart & I'm feeling the pain
Baby you know I been stuck in my ways
(Know i ain't like the rest now)
(I'm trying my best)
(I'm trying my best)
(I'm trying my best)
(Trynna make it all make sense now)
(I'm trying my best)
(I'm trying my best)
(I'm trying my best)

Baby know I ain't like the rest now
I'm trying my best
Trynna get it off my chest
Trynna get rid of all this stress, like how?
Tell me what you need
What you fein right now
I'mma stay 10, yeah 10 toes down
Baby know me, i'm applying the pressure
Smoking on spliff I won't stress her
She said she love me but I will not let her
Talking down on me like I need a lecture
She trip on things yeah I just don't get her
Ride around town trynna look for some plays
Yeah I ain't talk to my lady in days
Tears me apart & I'm feeling the pain
Baby you know I been stuck in my ways

(Applying the pressure)
(Smoking on pressure, pressure)
(Applying the pressure, pressure)
(I just don't get her)
(I just don't get her)
(Get her)

preshuh!

Been a long while since I seen your face
Know we ain't talk but it's all okay
Running in circles it goes both ways
Left right up down oh okay
Always kept shit from me
Then you say you love me
Ha I hate you & you kinda funny

Cause all the things you do
Make me run right back to you
Made me hate you just times two
Yeah I hate your soul
Yeah I hate your soul

I'm in the back of the Rolls again
I went to LA & back with my friends
Trynna make music work within
Same girl on my line on ten
Say she need me though
You don't need me bro
I just came back to Vegas did a sold out show

All the things you do
It's on my mind can't see it through
You told me that I needed you
I don't really think I do
Never really see my view
Why don't we just keep it true

(I hate your soul)
(I hate your soul)
(I hate your soul) 

Cause all the things you do
Make me run right back to you
Made me hate you just times two
Yeah I hate your soul
Yeah I hate your soul

There's so much that I hate 
& I don't wanna say it
I know I let you down
But you ain't loved the same since
& that just tears my soul up 
I needed you I waited
Always find myself in these fucked up situations

There's so much that I hate 
& I don't wanna say it
I know I let you down
But you ain't loved the same since
& that just tears my soul up 
I needed you I waited
Always find myself in these fucked up situations

Cause all the things you do
Make me run right back to you
Made me hate you just times two
Yeah I hate your soul
Yeah I hate your soul

All Platforns

ihateyou!

Hope you watchin wat im doin 
FRIXKO really do the opposite 

If it ain’t no smoke lyrics painful 
Den some toxic 

Drug dealer watchu want I ran out 
I don’t Stock Shi 

Life is like a server onnat GTA I’ll patch Shi 


Ou wat damn shorty smokin all my refa

Ou wat damn  niggas hidin I’m da seeka 

Ou wat damn got da drop so grab ya stinga 

Ou wat damn diamonds dancin Mr freeze ha


I put 100 styles on da table 

Roll wit a big man call em cable 

Dont make da nigga mad, we unstable 

Like to be unknown untraseable 


Savage, cook a em 
get da steak tasty 

Gotta get money 
Without it u gon be a broke nigga tryna page me 


If u bout chetta dont tie Shi together 
Kuz nigga aint who they claim to be 


Went to da DMV with the Glock in my bag 

Bitch I always been the type to up pipe but ah put it down nd buss off yo ass 




You get a peace of bereta 
Wrap it with leather 
Beatin yo ass im ya dad 

Jack in da basement a seller
Bringing like hella 
Niggas wit me wit da mass 

Bunch of dem niggas in front of da door
Ain’t nobody to call on broke da score 

Dont give a fuck about shit but da shi dat make money
Ah sell ya ass like a hoe 

Cant get on da boat nigga 

Make ya flout nigga 

Like a life gard get tag 


Wat u part of a joke nigga 

And ya broke nigga 

Like im billy nigga uan bad bitch


Ou wat damn shorty smokin all my refa

Ou wat damn  niggas hidin I’m da seeka 

Ou wat damn got da drop so grab ya stinga 

Ou wat damn diamonds dancin Mr freeze ha

FRIXKO - Ou wat damn (prod. Boof)

Young Retro's page: https://on.soundcloud.com/N5Nt63CP2kSzDad38
(prod. by: xonthebeat)

PLANTS VS. ZOMBIES [FEAT. YOUNG RETRO]

PLANTS VS. ZOMBIES [FEAT. RETRO LOVER]

HOLD ON ME

My Turn Prod.neverforever

BIG SKIZZY X CINCO DINERO  GANG

You said you don't fuck with me
You said I'm a problem
Yeah you got a lot of those
& you don't like to solve em
I been zooted in the back of candy painted coupes
Hanging with my kin
Yeah I'm hanging with my troops
They don't like to talk
They don't really fuck with you
Tripping off the shits
When they see me up on the news
"Oh you making music?"
Are you stupid or you new?
Thought you fucking knew
Of course I fucking do

It's alright, it's okay
Caught a flight to LA
I ain't tripping, I'm okay
Pretty bitch, little waist
Do you love me?
Yeah always
Yeah always
Asked you how you felt
But you don't really feel the same
I left my heart at the bank
95 Interstate
Swer-swerving switching lanes
Yeah I'm in & out the states
Nothing ever feels the same
No one else but me to blame
I know life can be so hard
But nothing wrong with growing pains

You said you don't fuck with me
You said I'm a problem
Yeah you got a lot of those
& you don't like to solve em
I been zooted in the back of candy painted coupes
Hanging with my kin
Yeah I'm hanging with my troops
They don't like to talk
They don't really fuck with you
Tripping off the shits
When they see me up on the news
"Oh you making music?"
Are you stupid or you new?
Thought you fucking knew
Of course I fucking do

You been running around
In my mind I'm trynna find you
We been thugging out our problems since like high school
You can tell me anything I'm right beside you
Psh, they ain't nothing fucking like you
Nobody gon' love you
How you really fucking love yourself
Hate to run around & see you with somebody else
Shit is weighing down
It's weighing on my mental health
Yeah baby make sure that you love yourself

You said you don't fuck with me
You said I'm a problem
Yeah you got a lot of those
& you don't like to solve em
I been zooted in the back of candy painted coupes
Hanging with my kin
Yeah I'm hanging with my troops
They don't like to talk
They don't really fuck with you
Tripping off the shits
When they see me up on the news
"Oh you making music?"
Are you stupid or you new?
Thought you fucking knew
Of course I fucking do

Of course I fucking do
Of course I fucking do
Of course I fucking do
Of course I fucking do
Of course I fucking do

You said you don't fuck with me
You said I'm a problem
Yeah you got a lot of those
& you don't like to solve em
I been zooted in the back of candy painted coupes
Hanging with my kin
Yeah I'm hanging with my troops
They don't like to talk
They don't really fuck with you
Tripping off the shits
When they see me up on the news
"Oh you making music?"
Are you stupid or you new?
Thought you fucking knew
Of course I fucking do

ilyalways!

snakebites snippet but the actual song rahh

under my skin

I'm just not ready for your trust
I'm just not ready for your love
I'm just not ready for you
I'm just not ready for you
I'm just not ready for your trust
I'm just not ready for your love
I'm just not ready for you
I'm just not ready for you
I'm just not ready, no

I'm just not ready for what you gon' call me over for
I'm just not liking how you always trynna up the score
Cause she like to go out & party
She like to sip on Bacardi
Hang with the boys & the goons
Man she feel so gnarly
Jump off that rope like Jeff Hardy
She said sorry not sorry
Look at my fit tight ass shirt
Yeah i'm rocking Ed Hardy
Lil dark haired bitch
Yeah she look like iCarly
Do you miss me, hardly
I'm just not ready for you
Said to slide through
The things that you do
You made me feel cool
Yeah my feelings for you
They feel so true
Tell me all the things in this world that you wanna do
Got me some hoes to balance my lows
Tell me how i'm feeling
You hit it right on the nose
But my feelings grow & your colors show
Feeling that i'm feeling yeah it's getting so old

Huh, uh
Yeah, I’m so outta love
Sorry baby girl, but yeah, I’m so outta love
Yeah, I’m sorry, I tell you baby, yeah I’m sorry
Gotta give that thanks, that’s to the guy up above 
Yeah, he really taught me ain’t no bitch I can trust
Yeah, he taught me — I tell you baby, yeah he taught me

In the snow, we was flippin’ the truck
Who was drivin’? That’s my brother Brax
In the air, I was thinkin’ ’bout stuff
Like how me and you perfectly match
Yeah, I could go rub on your back
This about you, we flippin’ the track
After COVID, they hearin’ the stuff
Yeah, I just like to kick in the cat
No, I ain’t worried ’bout nun
If you want her, I’m puttin’ her back
But she won’t deny it — yeah, when you go ask her, she sayin’ she had her some fun
Remember the time we would sit in the car and we gettin’ as high as the sun
They askin’ me how I deal with all this shit, and I tell ’em the smoke in my lungs

I'm just not ready for you
Said to slide through
The things that you do
You made me feel cool
Yeah my feelings for you
They feel so true
Tell me all the things in this world that you wanna do
Got me some hoes to balance my lows
Tell me how i'm feeling
You hit it right on the nose
But my feelings grow & your colors show
Feeling that i'm feeling yeah it's getting so old

notrdy4u! (ft. Rocket The Aviator)

Welcome to Run It Back Radio hosted by the one and only Craig Lone
When I'm not spinning the deck, your bitch is giving me neck
We got phones ringing off the hook right now here in the latest hour of Is It Gas or Is It Ass?

Hi, Craig, my sexy radio daddy
I love you and I love Run It Back Radio
Okay, so I really need you to play some of that new Quinn Ayers shit
Because it all hits harder than my ex and I just really need a boost today
So please play some for me

Or else I will come to the studio and I will let myself in and I will do it my fucking self
Okay, Craig?
I have the gas money and I have the fucking means
Do not test me. I am not fucking well, Craig
Okay, love you. Bye

I love you too, baby
We're gonna get right into this last caller though

Yo, that new Quinn Ayers' got my dick pressed against my zipper
And it hurts like a motherfucker.

djcraiglone!

Listen, listen, listen
You need to run it back & really listen to Q

Told you that you broke my heart
I swear you never listen
You drive me crazy
Got your key in the ignition
I try to explain my feelings
But you never listen
You broke my heart 3 times
You said this time was different

Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh
Where do I go
Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh
Long way from home
Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh
Covered in chrome
Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh
Just leave me alone

Wish you could feel my pain now
Yeah you just fuck with my brain
Wish you would stay in your lane
Yeah baby girl you just drive me insane
Drive me as high as a plane, plane
Bad bitches sniffing on caine, caine
Said that you love me okay, kay
Why these bitches so cray, cray

I told you that you broke my heart
I swear you never listen
You drive me crazy
Got your key in the ignition
I try to explain my feelings
But you never listen
You broke my heart 3 times
You said this time was different

You asked me how i'm feeling
& I said I need some distance
Thought that you'd be faithful
But you not even a Christian
I try to explain my feelings
But I think they're better hidden
Why does loving you just feel just like a mission

Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh
Where do I go
Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh
Long way from home
Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh
Covered in chrome
Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh
Just leave me alone

Where do I go
Long way from home
Covered in chrome
Just leave me alone

ihateyou!

Quinn Ayers

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