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Tlatt - Timothy Lyrics

Timothy[Hook]I gave my all to my people X 4Come near the alter I peeped youTryna find Christ, yea I see youLooking for godly things need you x 2Thank God for all of the lessonsThank God for all of the blessingsThank God for all of the times that I strolled upI rolled up the weed I was stressing[Trap like the plate for collection]Na Na Na Na X2You gotta stay focusedShe want ChanelShe want the FendiAnd she want GivenchyBroke down the hard in the kitchenI stuck to the missionFucking wit TimothyWhen you get a packYou gotta flip and get it backAnd gotta run up them digitsGet money my chemistryRun up them digitsIts still fuck the industry[Run up you timid]Go-Realer is enter me[Verse]I was fucked up.I swear it wasnt clickingThen I switched who my clique is[Taliban]Then I fucked up them digits[Dont steal from the ministry]Nobody can limit meStay down and when nobody feel you just kill emBlessed for real[Blessed]Im blessed for real[Blessed][Hook]I gave my all to my people X 4Come near the alter I peeped youTryna find Christ, yea I see youLooking for godly things need you x 2Thank God for all of the lessonsThank God for all of the blessingsThank God for all of the times that I strolled upI rolled up the weed I was stressing[Trap like the plate for collection]Na Na Na Na X2You gotta stay focusedShe want ChanelShe want the FendiAnd she want GivenchyBroke down the hard in the kitchenI stuck to the missionFucking wit TimothyWhen you get a packYou gotta flip and get it backAnd gotta run up them digitsGet money my chemistryIts still fuck the industryGo-Realer is enter me[Verse]You shoot shots on the internetI shoot shots at my enemysWhen God got all into meKnew I blow up my nigga like TNTAnd I met me a bad bitch[Bad bitch] X 2She tote the 40 and spin with meAnd she trapping upNigga you know its meWhen I pull up that dosha and rolling weedTrap out the same outfit for a weekPolice want all the real niggas extinctShe think tom is my real nameShe dont care, yea she just want a beanI payed her rent. Payed her nails and her weaveShe do the most so I cant fuck wit skeezersI want a lil bitch to fuck when I please herI get in traffic get P goneTrapping in some loafers and a peacoatDrip leave you lost like NemoI get you gone like chemoNiggas want smokeSend C notesNiggas want smokeSend B notes[Hook]I gave my all to my people X 4Come near the alter I peeped youTryna find Christ, yea I see youLooking for godly things need you x 2Thank God for all of the lessonsThank God for all of the blessingsThank God for all of the times that I strolled upI rolled up the weed I was stressingNa Na Na Na X2You gotta stay focusedShe want ChanelShe want the FendiAnd she want GivenchyBroke down the hard in the kitchenI stuck to the missionFucking wit TimothyWhen you get a packYou gotta flip and get it backAnd gotta run up them digitsGet money my chemistryRun up them digitsGo-Realer is into me[Run up you timid][Verse]My dawg switched for root of all evilMy bitch switched for root of all peopleI know real love and intentionsI know real love I dont mentionFreeBandz like RedGot the hard in like TimothyI cant cry tears symphonyI was not looking for sympathySqueeze bless a bitch like a ministrySmoke some dope on the balconyNiggas come after meI had an epiphanyWe smoke GelatoNo that is my hoeI dip her in tiffany[Hook]I gave my all to my people X 4Come near the alter I peeped youTryna find Christ, yea I see youLooking for godly things need you x 2