Video Telepathy Pt 2 de Juice Wrld 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Juice Wrld - Telepathy Pt 2 Lyrics

[Intro]
(Enviyon On the Mix)
Yeah
Yay
Yay, yay, uh
Uh-huh, I get the head, I get the head, telepathy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
All of these niggas be bitches
I get it Versace all over my lenses (Yeah)
Fuck up that fuck up and fuck competition
Be happy, I'm fuckin' yo' bitches (Yeah)
Stackin' my gualla, hand on my choppa
Y'all niggas don't want no problem
Ever since I can remember, chasin' them dollars
Bitch, I've been poppin' my collar, hey (Yeah)
What? Bitch, I been gettin' my cake up (What?)
Fuck that lil' bitch, I don't lay up (What?)
Ball in that bitch like a layup (What?)
Talkin' that shit 'till I show up (What?)
Bitch nigga, you do not know us (What?)
Just got through fuckin' on four sluts (Yeah)
Yeah, count em' four sluts
Yeah, count em'
Hold on, wait, pause
Yo’ bitch, she all over my balls (She is)
You kissin' that bitch, you in love (You is)
My dick was all up in her jaw (Yeah)
Hit her knees, she hit her knees
I thought she was prayin' to God (My guy)
I fuck that bitch like Hercules
I'm fuckin' your girl super hard, ayy
[Chorus]
Yuh, yuh
I let that breathe, I let that breathe
I let that breathe (Yay)
I get that head, I get that head, telepathy (Yay)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Yay), whoo (Yay), ayy (Yay)

[Verse 2]
I-I-I-I-I'm back in this bitch
She suckin' my dick
She swallow my kids, I'm gone (Yeah)
VVS on my wrist, 100 my clip
Mercedes all over my car (Yeah)
I'm just tryin' to get rich to walk up to a bitch, and she already know who we are (She know)
My bitch Cuban just like my cigar (She is)
I move slow when I pop me a bar (I do)
I turn your mom to a whore
I fuck her while you doin' chores, I'm rockin' Dior
Talk crazy, I'm kickin' your door
That .40 put you to the floor, epic kind of war
Bitch, I'ma handle my business (I am)
If it ain't about money, you trippin' (Yeah)
Told that bitch, I don't talk it, I live it (Yeah)
I've been ballin', I'm off of my pivot (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Yay (Yeah), yay (Yeah), yay (Yeah), yay (Yeah), yay (Yeah), yay (Yeah), yay (Yeah), yay
I get that head, I get that head, telepathy, yay (Yeah)
Don't give a fuck what none these haters tellin' me, ayy
Yay (Yeah), yay (Yeah), yay (Yeah), yay (Yeah), yay (Yeah), yay (Yeah), yay (Yeah), yay (Yeah)
I get that head, I get that head, telepathy
Don't give a fuck what none these haters tellin' me, yay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 3]
500 for a feature (Right?)
F-F-Fuck school and a teacher (Right?)
Getting head by the bleachers (Right?)
I don't fuck with you neither (Right)
Bathing Ape on my sweater (Yay)
You get her wet, I get her wetter (Yay)
You talkin' stupid 'till I pull up on you with a bullet
Now, I got 'em jetted (Phew, phew, phew)
Niggas thinkin' that they cool, huh
All of my niggas be mean, huh (Yeah)
Shirt sayin' that Supreme, huh (Yeah)
I got xan with the lean, huh (Yeah)
I've been mixin' up the xannies
Talkin' stupid, got your bitch, she droppin' panties (Yeah)
Feel like Drizzy when I rap
I swear to God 'cause I just need a fuckin' grammy (Yeah)
Ayy, what, what?
Yo' bitch on her knees again (She is)
R. Kelly, I'm fuckin' that bitch, wait
I'm starting to pee again (Oh, no)
Hey, my wrist, yo' bitch, they cold (Yeah)
Hey, my cash, that Benjamin Franklin be old (Yeah) “
I'm sick like I caught me a cold (Yeah)
You run up, I shoot at yo' nose (Yeah)
I'm fuckin' yo' bitch super bold (Yeah)
I'm fuckin' yo' bitch, then I'm gone (Yeah)
That bitch on my dick, that bitch on my dick
I fuck her, she know what I'm on (Wooh)
[Outro]
Hold up, hold up, hold up
That bitch on my dick, that bitch on my dick
I fuck her, she know what I'm on
Yeah, yeah
All that good shit
I could fuck your mom, type shit
Uh
I don't even really know what to say bro, but
I could fuck your bitch, dude
Yay