Do I got cash? maybe
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
Do I got cash? maybe
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
I just got this thot who want my finger in her hole, I say no
Now she's on the floor, spit is on the floor
Oh my god, man what do I need
I got lettuce B or, BLT
Man that's what I see, 123 in San G
Man they never know, surrounded by dope
But no I do not smoke, no I am not broke
This is not a joke, F*ck Pepsi it's Coke
Y'all niggas aren't woke, till I f*cking spoke
Y'all niggas are broke, and you still are broke
Half the pop' got strokes, half the pop' got smokes
Oh my god, sittin' playing COD
Sittin' spittin' in the, MIC
It's still Save the Bee, It's still Triple Three (333)
This is what you see, that is what I like
But not f*ckin' dykes, riding f*cking bikes
NYC, me, Randy, and me, no feature is free
F*ck you f*ckin' rats, I got all the cheese
I'm blue Davis Freese, I do what I please
All of y'all some fleas, tryna' suck on me
Nosostros it's we, mi compa aquí
Do I got cash? maybe
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
Do I got cash? maybe
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
Just do it, i'm wearin all Louis (Vuitton), livin' my life like Gucci
Rollin' my drugs while we watchin' a movie, we laugh cause y'all niggas is goofy
We wearin' designer, ima go write all my muf*ckin' comas
Ima go get me the bag, then ima go spend all my muf*ckin' dollars
All of you niggas is stupid, I'm guessin' it's cause all you niggas is human
Already know that my lyrics is lucid, the way the way that I rap 'em real juicy
Keep talkin' shit then I make em all wounded, everything I have all exclusive
Neva' catch me takin' tunechi, suckin' my dick then I f*ck on her coochie
Yes, I will make her real loosy, keep talkin' shit then I pull wit uzi
Yes, I am always included, can't get off flow cause i'm rappin' like fluid
Yes, that is how we do it, you is a dummy you muf*ckin' doofus
All of you niggas is pussies, never pull up and you makin' excuses
All of you niggas is foolish, smokin' up phat
You know how we do it, got all these fans, yeah they f*ck wit my music
That shit, already been proven
We gon' go crash at the party, then we go smoke all the muf*ckin' cartis
I might go f*ck on ya shawty, if you don't like me well, bitch I am sorry
Do I got cash? maybe
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
Do I got cash? maybe
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
Kahfooty - Rabies (feat. JayEm++) Lyrics
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Do I got cash? maybe
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
Do I got cash? maybe
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
I just got this thot who want my finger in her hole, I say no
Now she's on the floor, spit is on the floor
Oh my god, man what do I need
I got lettuce B or, BLT
Man that's what I see, 123 in San G
Man they never know, surrounded by dope
But no I do not smoke, no I am not broke
This is not a joke, F*ck Pepsi it's Coke
Y'all niggas aren't woke, till I f*cking spoke
Y'all niggas are broke, and you still are broke
Half the pop' got strokes, half the pop' got smokes
Oh my god, sittin' playing COD
Sittin' spittin' in the, MIC
It's still Save the Bee, It's still Triple Three (333)
This is what you see, that is what I like
But not f*ckin' dykes, riding f*cking bikes
NYC, me, Randy, and me, no feature is free
F*ck you f*ckin' rats, I got all the cheese
I'm blue Davis Freese, I do what I please
All of y'all some fleas, tryna' suck on me
Nosostros it's we, mi compa aquí
Do I got cash? maybe
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
Do I got cash? maybe
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
Just do it, i'm wearin all Louis (Vuitton), livin' my life like Gucci
Rollin' my drugs while we watchin' a movie, we laugh cause y'all niggas is goofy
We wearin' designer, ima go write all my muf*ckin' comas
Ima go get me the bag, then ima go spend all my muf*ckin' dollars
All of you niggas is stupid, I'm guessin' it's cause all you niggas is human
Already know that my lyrics is lucid, the way the way that I rap 'em real juicy
Keep talkin' shit then I make em all wounded, everything I have all exclusive
Neva' catch me takin' tunechi, suckin' my dick then I f*ck on her coochie
Yes, I will make her real loosy, keep talkin' shit then I pull wit uzi
Yes, I am always included, can't get off flow cause i'm rappin' like fluid
Yes, that is how we do it, you is a dummy you muf*ckin' doofus
All of you niggas is pussies, never pull up and you makin' excuses
All of you niggas is foolish, smokin' up phat
You know how we do it, got all these fans, yeah they f*ck wit my music
That shit, already been proven
We gon' go crash at the party, then we go smoke all the muf*ckin' cartis
I might go f*ck on ya shawty, if you don't like me well, bitch I am sorry
Do I got cash? maybe
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
Do I got cash? maybe
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
Do I got cash? maybe
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
I just got this thot who want my finger in her hole, I say no
Now she's on the floor, spit is on the floor
Oh my god, man what do I need
I got lettuce B or, BLT
Man that's what I see, 123 in San G
Man they never know, surrounded by dope
But no I do not smoke, no I am not broke
This is not a joke, F*ck Pepsi it's Coke
Y'all niggas aren't woke, till I f*cking spoke
Y'all niggas are broke, and you still are broke
Half the pop' got strokes, half the pop' got smokes
Oh my god, sittin' playing COD
Sittin' spittin' in the, MIC
It's still Save the Bee, It's still Triple Three (333)
This is what you see, that is what I like
But not f*ckin' dykes, riding f*cking bikes
NYC, me, Randy, and me, no feature is free
F*ck you f*ckin' rats, I got all the cheese
I'm blue Davis Freese, I do what I please
All of y'all some fleas, tryna' suck on me
Nosostros it's we, mi compa aquí
Do I got cash? maybe
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
Do I got cash? maybe
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
Just do it, i'm wearin all Louis (Vuitton), livin' my life like Gucci
Rollin' my drugs while we watchin' a movie, we laugh cause y'all niggas is goofy
We wearin' designer, ima go write all my muf*ckin' comas
Ima go get me the bag, then ima go spend all my muf*ckin' dollars
All of you niggas is stupid, I'm guessin' it's cause all you niggas is human
Already know that my lyrics is lucid, the way the way that I rap 'em real juicy
Keep talkin' shit then I make em all wounded, everything I have all exclusive
Neva' catch me takin' tunechi, suckin' my dick then I f*ck on her coochie
Yes, I will make her real loosy, keep talkin' shit then I pull wit uzi
Yes, I am always included, can't get off flow cause i'm rappin' like fluid
Yes, that is how we do it, you is a dummy you muf*ckin' doofus
All of you niggas is pussies, never pull up and you makin' excuses
All of you niggas is foolish, smokin' up phat
You know how we do it, got all these fans, yeah they f*ck wit my music
That shit, already been proven
We gon' go crash at the party, then we go smoke all the muf*ckin' cartis
I might go f*ck on ya shawty, if you don't like me well, bitch I am sorry
Do I got cash? maybe
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
Do I got cash? maybe
I just got a paint job on my new Mercedes
I just got this bitch telling me I got her baby
I stay spittin' nasty shit I think that I got Rabies
Writer: Christian Hernandez, Jordan Moral
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