CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Telepathy 2
(Enviyon On the Mix)
Yeah
Yay
Yay
Yay
Uh
Aha
I get the head, I get the head telepathy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
All of these n***as be b*t*hes
I get it Versace all over my lenses
f**k up that f**k up and f**k competition
Be happy I'm f**kin' yo b*t*hes
Stackin' my gualla
Hand on my choppa
Y'all n***as don't want no problem
Ever since I can remember, chasin' them dollars
b*t*h I've been poppin' my collar, hey
What, b*t*h I been gettin' my cake up
f**k that lil' b*t*h I don't lay up
Ball in that b*t*h like a layup
Talkin' that sh*t till' I show up
b*t*h n***a you do not know us
Just got through f**kin' on four sl*ts
Yeah, count em' four sl*ts
Yeah, count em'
Hold on wait pause, yo b*t*h she all over my balls
You kissin' that b*t*h you in love
My d**k was all up in her jaw
Hit her knees she hit her knees
I thought she was prayin' to God (My guy)
I f**k that b*t*h like Hercules
I'm f**kin' your girl super hard
Yuh
I let that breathe
I let that breathe
I let that breathe
I get that head
I get that head telepathy, yay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, whoo, ayy
I'm back in this b*t*h
She suckin' my d**k
She swallow my kids I'm gone
VVS on my wrist
100 my clip
Mercedes all over my car
I'm just tryin' to get rich
To walk up to a b*t*h and she already know who we are
My b*t*h Cuban just like my cigar
I move slow when I pop me a bar
I turn your mom to a whore
I f**k 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
b*t*h I'ma handle my business
If it ain't about money you trippin'
Told that b*t*h I don't talk it I live it
I've been ballin' I'm off of my pivot
Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay
I get that head
I get that head telepathy
Yay
Don't give a f**k what none these haters tellin' me ayy
Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay
I get that head
I get that head telepathy
Don't give a f**k what none these haters tellin' me ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
500 for a feature (Right?)
f**k school and a teacher (Right?)
Getting head by the bleachers (Right?)
I don't f**k with you neither (Right)
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***as thinkin' that they cool, huh
All of my n***as 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*t*h she droppin' panties
Feel like Drizzy when I rap I swear to God I Just need a f**kin' Grammy
What?
What?
Yo b*t*h on her knees again
R. Kelly I'm f**kin that b*t*h wait
I'm starting to pee again
Hey, my wrist, yo b*t*h, 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**kin' yo b*t*h super bold
I'm f**kin' yo b*t*h then I'm gone
That b*t*h on my d**k, that b*t*h on my d**k
I f**k her she know what I'm on
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
That b*t*h on my d**k, that b*t*h on my d**k
I f**k her she know what I'm on
Yeah yeah
All that good sh*t
I could f**k your mom type sh*t
Ha ha ha
Uh
I don't even really know what to say bro, but
I could f**k your b*t*h dude
Yay
Yeah
Yay
Yay
Yay
Uh
Aha
I get the head, I get the head telepathy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
All of these n***as be b*t*hes
I get it Versace all over my lenses
f**k up that f**k up and f**k competition
Be happy I'm f**kin' yo b*t*hes
Stackin' my gualla
Hand on my choppa
Y'all n***as don't want no problem
Ever since I can remember, chasin' them dollars
b*t*h I've been poppin' my collar, hey
What, b*t*h I been gettin' my cake up
f**k that lil' b*t*h I don't lay up
Ball in that b*t*h like a layup
Talkin' that sh*t till' I show up
b*t*h n***a you do not know us
Just got through f**kin' on four sl*ts
Yeah, count em' four sl*ts
Yeah, count em'
Hold on wait pause, yo b*t*h she all over my balls
You kissin' that b*t*h you in love
My d**k was all up in her jaw
Hit her knees she hit her knees
I thought she was prayin' to God (My guy)
I f**k that b*t*h like Hercules
I'm f**kin' your girl super hard
Yuh
I let that breathe
I let that breathe
I let that breathe
I get that head
I get that head telepathy, yay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, whoo, ayy
I'm back in this b*t*h
She suckin' my d**k
She swallow my kids I'm gone
VVS on my wrist
100 my clip
Mercedes all over my car
I'm just tryin' to get rich
To walk up to a b*t*h and she already know who we are
My b*t*h Cuban just like my cigar
I move slow when I pop me a bar
I turn your mom to a whore
I f**k 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
b*t*h I'ma handle my business
If it ain't about money you trippin'
Told that b*t*h I don't talk it I live it
I've been ballin' I'm off of my pivot
Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay
I get that head
I get that head telepathy
Yay
Don't give a f**k what none these haters tellin' me ayy
Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay
I get that head
I get that head telepathy
Don't give a f**k what none these haters tellin' me ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
500 for a feature (Right?)
f**k school and a teacher (Right?)
Getting head by the bleachers (Right?)
I don't f**k with you neither (Right)
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***as thinkin' that they cool, huh
All of my n***as 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*t*h she droppin' panties
Feel like Drizzy when I rap I swear to God I Just need a f**kin' Grammy
What?
What?
Yo b*t*h on her knees again
R. Kelly I'm f**kin that b*t*h wait
I'm starting to pee again
Hey, my wrist, yo b*t*h, 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**kin' yo b*t*h super bold
I'm f**kin' yo b*t*h then I'm gone
That b*t*h on my d**k, that b*t*h on my d**k
I f**k her she know what I'm on
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
That b*t*h on my d**k, that b*t*h on my d**k
I f**k her she know what I'm on
Yeah yeah
All that good sh*t
I could f**k your mom type sh*t
Ha ha ha
Uh
I don't even really know what to say bro, but
I could f**k your b*t*h dude
Yay
