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li rye - rental cars (radarada) [sped up version] كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(crackhouse)
(chino, what’s in your cup?)
(who the h_ll is carlo?)

[chorus]
late night stalkin’, we outside your house and it’s too late for talkin’
tried to spin, we hit with fns, know we had to park him
catch him with his friends, rrah, that’s what you get for walkin’
catch him with his friends, rrah, that’s what you get for walkin’
we ride ’round in five_percent tint on the rental cars
i been geeked up, mixin’ percocet with xanax bars
f_ckin’ with them eagles, i just left a party with the stars
high as f_ck, i can’t find earth, i might just land on mars

[verse 1]
booted up, no steel_toes
i catch you outside with your b_tch, i ain’t sparin’ sh_t, we k!ll hoes
you know we sneak disser k, yeah, b_tch, we k!ll those
i’m big 26k, that’s what i’ll k!ll for, n_gga
i tote guns in real life, not just on a triller
b_tch, i belong in the zoo, i’m a real gorilla
i take percs on the daily, i’m a pop piller
ooh, i meant pill popper
when i’m ’round a bad b_tch, i get real proper
in the srt, just kissed the curb, had to hit the throttle
in love with lean, i might f_ck around and drink it out the bottle
get too high, then i go r_t_rded, start sayin’, “radarada”
i be with some dread head k!llers, yeah, them rasta_rastas
we don’t tote sh_t but chopper_choppers
my big brother a noodle knocker
ah, ah, ah, ah
you know we, you—
i hate when n_ggas act like we ain’t known for—
[chorus]
late night stalkin’, we outside your house and it’s too late for talkin’
tried to spin, we hit with fns, know we had to park him
catch him with his friends, rrah, that’s what you get for walkin’
catch him with his friends, rrah, that’s what you get for walkin’
we ride ’round in five_percent tint on the rental cars
i been geeked up, mixin’ percocet with xanax bars
f_ckin’ with them eagles, i just left a party with the stars
high as f_ck, i can’t find earth, i might just land on mars

[verse 2]
just got off the phone with my n_gga foreign talkin’ ’bout them m’s
n_ggas know we k!ll sh_t, won’t spare him when i see him
i’d hate to be my opps, i swear to god, wouldn’t wanna be ’em
the bro so motherf_ckin’ heartless, he’ll murder a n_gga bm

[outro]
rrah, rrah, rrah
big 26k sh_t, n_gga
you feel me?

- li rye

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