Timothy 6:10 Lyrics – Joeyy
Singer: Joeyy
Title: Timothy 6:10
Money counter beep like a fire alarm
You can not conceive the attire I got on
You would not believe how many lines in my foam
Bank account look like I commit crime on my phone
‘08 they used to die for these shades
True Religion jeans I’m so stuck in my ways
Facy roll 2-pack and let it burn like sage
Timothy 6:10, I just fold up the page
Step into a dark room turn to it to a rave
Every item I buy I watch the road get paved
Out of body of this cup I watch my soul get saved
So 1’d Thomas Jeffеrson been rollin’ in his grave
You’re 2 we put your block on a axis
Brand nеw shoes got spikes like a cactus
Baby bottle out the freezer pour out like molasses
Cup came with a mattress, I’m sleep in the Saks 5th
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b#tch talkin’ bout how she love me, but I don’t know if it’s true
I pour Tris in my Mountain Dew
I’m high who the f#ck are you?
Get some money what you better do
Glock turn a n#gg# to a vegetable
They say Pap un-finessable
You movin’ 2 questionable
Up the raw, get hit with the tool
I spill drank on my tennis shoes
It’s rose gold on my tennis chain
Paid 2K for my Carti frames
She said she like swag, I’m like “I know you do”
She say “Even though you got that mask on, I still know its you”
Said “You bust the f#ck down, how you think I wouldn’t notice you?”
My Glock in pocket, it’s the same size as 42
A.P. on my arm it’s not a 41 it’s a 42
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