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juice wrld - telepathy (pt. 2) - juice wrld lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yay
yay
yay
uh
aha
i get the head, i get the head telepathy
aye, aye, aye

[verse]
all of these n-gg-s be b-tches
i get it versace all over my lizards
f-ck up that f-ck up and f-ck compet-tion
be happy i’m f-ckin’ yo b-tches
stackin’ my guap
lil’ hand on my choppa
yall n-gg-s don’t want no problem
ever since i can remember, chasin’ them dollars
b-tch i’ve been poppin’ my collar, hey
what, b-tch i been gettin’ my cake up
f-ck that lil’ b-tch i don’t lay up
ball in that b-tch like a layup
talkin’ that sh-t till’ i show up
b-tch n-gg- you do not know us
just got through f-ckin’ on four sl-ts
yeah, count em’ four sl-ts
yeah, count em’
hold on wait pause, yo b-tch she all over my b-lls
you kissin’ that b-tch you in love
my d-ck was all up in her jaw
hit her knees she hit her knees
i thought she was prayin’ to god
i f-ck that b-tch like hercules
i’m f-ckin’ your girl super hard

[refrain]
yuh
i let that breathe
i let that breathe
i let that breathe
i get that head
i get that head telepathy, yay
aye, aye, aye, aye, whoo, aye

[verse 2]
i’m back in this b-tch
she suckin’ my d-ck
she swallow my kids i’m gone
vvs on my wrist
100 my clip
mercades all over my car
i’m just tryin’ to get rich
to walk up to a b-tch and she already know who we are
my b-tch cuban just like my cigar
i move slow when i pop me a bar
i turn your mom to a wh-r-
i f-ck her while you doin’ ch-r-s
i’m rockin’ dior
talk crazy i’m kickin’ your door
that .40 put you to the floor
epic kind of war
b-tch imma handle my business
if it ain’t about money you trippin’
told that b-tch i don’t talk it i live it
i’ve been ballin’ i’m off of my pivot

[refrain]
yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay
i get that head
i get that head telepathy
yay
don’t give a f-ck what none these haters tellin me aye
yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay
i get that head
i get that head telepathy
don’t give a f-ck what none these haters tellin’ me aye

[verse 3]
aye, aye, aye, aye
500 for a feature
f-ck school and a teacher
getting head by the bleachers
i don’t f-ck with you neither
bathing ape on my sweater
you get her wet i get her wetter
you talkin’ stupid till’ i pull up on you with a bullet
now i got em’ jetted
n-gg-s thinkin’ that they cool, huh
all of my n-gg-s be mean, huh
shirt sayin’ that supreme, huh
i got xan with the lean
i’ve been mixin’ up the xannys
talkin’ stupid got your b-tch she droppin’ panties
feel like drizzy when i rap i swear to god i just need a f-ckin’ grammy
what?
what?
yo b-tch on her knees again
r. kelly i’m f-ckin that b-tch wait
i’m starting to pee again
hey, my wrist, yo b-tch, they cold
hey, my cash, that benjamin franklin be old
i’m sick like i caught me a cold
you run up i shoot at yo nose
i’m f-ckin’ yo b-tch super bold
i’m f-ckin’ yo b-tch then i’m gone
that b-tch on my d-ck, that b-tch on my d-ck
i f-ck her she know what i’m on

[outro]
hold up
hold up
hold up
that b-tch on my d-ck, that b-tch on my d-ck
i f-ck her she know what i’m on
yeah yeah
all that good sh-t
i could f-ck your mom type sh-t
ha ha ha
uh
i don’t even really know what to say bro, but
i could f-ck your b-tch dude
yay

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