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Li Rye "Rental Cars (RADARADA)" Performance | On The Radar Radio
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Li Rye
Li Rye
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlo Anthony Coxen II
Carlo Anthony Coxen II
Songwriter
Patrick Ri-yan Dolan
Patrick Ri-yan Dolan
Songwriter
Roderick Henderson
Roderick Henderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NateGMixedIt
NateGMixedIt
Mixing Engineer
whothehelliscarlo
whothehelliscarlo
Producer
BabyChino
BabyChino
Producer

Lyrics

(Crackhouse) (Chino, what's in your cup?) (Who the hell is Carlo?) 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 Fuckin' with them eagles, I just left a party with the stars High as fuck, I can't find Earth, I might just land on Mars Booted up, no steel-toes I catch you outside with your bitch I ain't sparin' shit, we kill hoes You know we sneak-disser K, yeah, bitch, we kill those I'm big 26K, that's what I'll kill for, nigga I tote guns in real life, not just on a Triller Bitch, 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 bitch, I get real proper In the SRT, just kissed the curb, had to hit the throttle In love with lean, I might fuck around and drink it out the bottle Get too high, then I go retarded, start sayin', "Radarada" I be with some dread head killers, yeah! Them rasta-rastas We don't tote shit but chopper-choppers My big brother a noodle knocker Ah, ah, ah, ah You know we-, you- I hate when niggas act like we ain't known for- 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 Fuckin' with them eagles, I just left a party with the stars High as fuck, I can't find Earth, I might just land on Mars Just got off the phone with my nigga Foreign talkin' 'bout them M's Niggas know we kill shit, 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 motherfuckin' heartless, he'll murder a nigga BM Rrah, rrah, rrah Big 26K shit, nigga You feel me?
Writer(s): Carlo Anthony Coxen Ii, Patrick Ri Yan Dolan, Roderick Dale Henderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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