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Run It Back Video (MV)




Performed By: Hella Icy
Language: English
Length: 3:25
Written by: David Simeonov




Hella Icy - Run It Back Lyrics




(Oh damn these beats so icy)
My soul talkin' you out, that's why I have to die young
An' I feel it, I feel it close yeah yeah
I feel it, feel it close yeah yeah
Feel it, feel it punchin' it right in

(Slatt)
Work means money
But business ain't funny
That's why bullshit caught me fallin'
But I guess I'm already climbin'
Withdrawals're sunny
But bein' hooked up ain't bright
Fourty never felt like light, still callin'
Approachin', waitin' to hit it

First bad motive, leave the work rest
First I need to hit a bong hit
All the work, I ain't feelin' no stress
Split my check, an' clean your mess
First bad motive, leave the work rest
First I need to hit a bong hit
All the work, I ain't feelin' no stress
Split my check, an' clean your mess

Split it, yeah clean it
Split it, yeah clean it
Split it, yeah clean it
Split it, clean it
Split it, clean it bitch
Split it, clean it bitch
Split it

(Yeaaah)
Please tell me
I would like to know
Why so many black hatin'
White, that they ain't good at rappin'
I see white men off drugs workin'
Cause I see n-word still cappin'
No deep problems, money flexin'
All day, nothin' they enlistin'

Back mane run it back, for me
I f*cked up got it bad, boldly
I felt like many eyes watched me
Tho' kept it simple quiet simpely
I'm bird and glass's my visionary
Gas, tabbaco lay like missionary
Never switchin' it up like contrary
Tokin' biggest rib who's preliminary

My, my rib's preliminary
Yeah, Imma pop pop all you wack ass rappers
Talkin' hard, talkin' hard
Talkin' hard the way it is
Yeah I don't like growin' up
I don't like growin' up
Don't wanna grow
No I don't wanna grow up
Oh shit I see my soul talkin' you out of your own stuff
Oh shit, I see my soul talkin' you out, that's why I have to die young
An' I feel it, I feel it close yeah yeah
I feel it, feel it close yeah yeah
Feel it, feel it punchin' it right in
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(Oh damn these beats so icy)
My soul talkin' you out, that's why I have to die young
An' I feel it, I feel it close yeah yeah
I feel it, feel it close yeah yeah
Feel it, feel it punchin' it right in

(Slatt)
Work means money
But business ain't funny
That's why bullshit caught me fallin'
But I guess I'm already climbin'
Withdrawals're sunny
But bein' hooked up ain't bright
Fourty never felt like light, still callin'
Approachin', waitin' to hit it

First bad motive, leave the work rest
First I need to hit a bong hit
All the work, I ain't feelin' no stress
Split my check, an' clean your mess
First bad motive, leave the work rest
First I need to hit a bong hit
All the work, I ain't feelin' no stress
Split my check, an' clean your mess

Split it, yeah clean it
Split it, yeah clean it
Split it, yeah clean it
Split it, clean it
Split it, clean it bitch
Split it, clean it bitch
Split it

(Yeaaah)
Please tell me
I would like to know
Why so many black hatin'
White, that they ain't good at rappin'
I see white men off drugs workin'
Cause I see n-word still cappin'
No deep problems, money flexin'
All day, nothin' they enlistin'

Back mane run it back, for me
I f*cked up got it bad, boldly
I felt like many eyes watched me
Tho' kept it simple quiet simpely
I'm bird and glass's my visionary
Gas, tabbaco lay like missionary
Never switchin' it up like contrary
Tokin' biggest rib who's preliminary

My, my rib's preliminary
Yeah, Imma pop pop all you wack ass rappers
Talkin' hard, talkin' hard
Talkin' hard the way it is
Yeah I don't like growin' up
I don't like growin' up
Don't wanna grow
No I don't wanna grow up
Oh shit I see my soul talkin' you out of your own stuff
Oh shit, I see my soul talkin' you out, that's why I have to die young
An' I feel it, I feel it close yeah yeah
I feel it, feel it close yeah yeah
Feel it, feel it punchin' it right in
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Writer: David Simeonov
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