T.Latt – Timothy lyrics

Timothy

[Hook]
I gave my all to my people X 4
Come near the alter I peeped you
Tryna find Christ, yea I see you
Looking for godly things need you x 2
Thank God for all of the lessons
Thank God for all of the blessings
Thank God for all of the times that I strolled up
I rolled up the weed I was stressing
[Trap like the plate for collection]
Na Na Na Na X2
You gotta stay focused
She want Chanel
She want the Fendi
And she want Givenchy

Broke down the hard in the kitchen
I stuck to the mission
Fucking wit Timothy
When you get a pack
You gotta flip and get it back
And gotta run up them digits
Get money my chemistry
Run up them digits
It’s still fuck the industry
[Run up you timid]
Go-Realer is enter me

[Verse]
I was fucked up.
I swear it wasn’t clicking
Then I switched who my clique is
[Taliban]
Then I fucked up them digits
[Don’t steal from the ministry]
Nobody can limit me
Stay down and when nobody feel you just kill em
Blessed for real
[Blessed]
I’m blessed for real
[Blessed]


[Hook]
I gave my all to my people X 4
Come near the alter I peeped you
Tryna find Christ, yea I see you
Looking for godly things need you x 2
Thank God for all of the lessons
Thank God for all of the blessings
Thank God for all of the times that I strolled up
I rolled up the weed I was stressing
[Trap like the plate for collection]
Na Na Na Na X2
You gotta stay focused
She want Chanel
She want the Fendi
And she want Givenchy

Broke down the hard in the kitchen
I stuck to the mission
Fucking wit Timothy
When you get a pack
You gotta flip and get it back
And gotta run up them digits
Get money my chemistry
It’s still fuck the industry
Go-Realer is enter me


[Verse]
You shoot shots on the internet
I shoot shots at my enemy’s
When God got all into me
Knew I blow up my nigga like TNT
And I met me a bad bitch
[Bad bitch] X 2
She tote the 40 and spin with me
And she trapping up
Nigga you know it’s me
When I pull up that dosha and rolling weed
Trap out the same outfit for a week
Police want all the real niggas extinct
She think tom is my real name
She don’t care, yea she just want a bean
I payed her rent. Payed her nails and her weave
She do the most so I can’t fuck wit skeezers
I want a lil bitch to fuck when I please her
I get in traffic get P gone
Trapping in some loafers and a peacoat
Drip leave you lost like Nemo
I get you gone like chemo
Niggas want smoke
Send C notes
Niggas want smoke
Send B notes

[Hook]
I gave my all to my people X 4
Come near the alter I peeped you
Tryna find Christ, yea I see you
Looking for godly things need you x 2
Thank God for all of the lessons
Thank God for all of the blessings
Thank God for all of the times that I strolled up
I rolled up the weed I was stressing
Na Na Na Na X2
You gotta stay focused
She want Chanel
She want the Fendi
And she want Givenchy

Broke down the hard in the kitchen
I stuck to the mission
Fucking wit Timothy
When you get a pack
You gotta flip and get it back
And gotta run up them digits
Get money my chemistry
Run up them digits
Go-Realer is into me
[Run up you timid]

[Verse]
My dawg switched for root of all evil
My bitch switched for root of all people
I know real love and intentions
I know real love I don’t mention
FreeBandz like Red
Got the hard in like Timothy
I can’t cry tears symphony
I was not looking for sympathy
Squeeze bless a bitch like a ministry
Smoke some dope on the balcony
Niggas come after me
I had an epiphany
We smoke Gelato
No that is my hoe
I dip her in tiffany


[Hook]
I gave my all to my people X 4
Come near the alter I peeped you
Tryna find Christ, yea I see you
Looking for godly things need you x 2