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Toyalove
Toyalove
Vocals
Reece Lache'
Reece Lache'
Vocals
Childlike CiCi
Childlike CiCi
Vocals
Alexandria Dollar
Alexandria Dollar
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reece Lache'
Reece Lache'
Songwriter
Jaden Eli
Jaden Eli
Songwriter
Alexandria Dollar
Alexandria Dollar
Songwriter
Lasanna Harris
Lasanna Harris
Songwriter
Sierra Charles
Sierra Charles
Songwriter
Fletcher Redd
Fletcher Redd
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lawrence Shannon
Jeffrey Lawrence Shannon
Songwriter
Satoya Dubose
Satoya Dubose
Songwriter
Clark Lacossade
Clark Lacossade
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaden Eli
Jaden Eli
Producer
Alexandria Dollar
Alexandria Dollar
Engineer
Jacob “Biz” Morris
Mixing Engineer
Connor Back
Connor Back
Mixing Engineer
Clark Lacossade
Clark Lacossade
Engineer
Juberlee
Juberlee
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(La-la, la-la-la) (La, la-la, la-la-la) (La, la-la, la-la-la, na-na) (La-ah, la-la) Yeah, Naija girl that's overseas Super sweet, but I'll E-N-D Any lil' demon tryna interfere, this the Lord's child better DND Lord, protect me no PPE, spit through the wire, need an ENT Got winning genes, no L.L.Bean, so when God touch it, that's TNT, ay Flooring 'em, go get the Matt (whoo) I'm flipping to six, I'm talking the Matt (ah) Selling the pride, I'm peeping trap (whoo) Narrow the road, I ain't turning back Focused on God, I got that laser I got 'em shocked, flow on taser Redeemed a villain, no Shego Was tripping bye to my ego If we mobbin', let me know Spirit speak, tell us where to go From the South side to the North Bring the heat, we ain't dunkin' smoke You gon' have to stay low Stay low, stay low, stay low Don't get too high Holy Spirit in the room, that's that K.O (that's that K.O) Dripping in the blood, sin hasta luego (huh-huh-huh) See they taking shots, but I never let that bother me Judas switched on Jesus, so I guess I'm in good company Uh, okay, been a threat (threat) Let God call the plays like He Belichick (Belichick) Crosses over checks, yeah, that's been a flex (huh) Got still working on me, He ain't finished yet (finished yet) I might go Vegeta, my Bible a heater I'm living Lavita, I running for Jesus I follow the leader, they aiming at heads They counted me out, they wanted me dead Never retreat (go!) Give me six feet (ayi) Protect fully, squad way too deep (shit!) Master, please don't get me gassed up Told them I was next, they thought I was gettin' passed up Let go of that depression Told them miss me with that sad stuff I had told the Reverend Garnet dipped me in that bathtub Mm, and we mobbin' on him Told them I was really 'bout that action I ain't never scared, keep a Bible in the mattress Told them if they want it, they could get it if you askin' (oh, what?) Mm, I'm in love with it, do it with a passion Huh, I'm a problem, okay? Huh I just talked to God, He say, "Do it, do it, do it, do it" I just kick my feet up while I praise Him in advance, huh You don't want no problem, you don't really wanna dance You gon' have to stay low Stay low, stay low, stay low Don't get too high, stay low Stay low, stay low, stay low Don't get too high Real big blessings around me Use to be bound, now I got boundaries Enemy wanted me dead, put a price on my head like a bounty He thought it was sweet like a brownie, but God found me Now his head on a swivel, folks let me down I ain't let up a little, thought I would stop? Now they confused like they solving a riddle They said it was impossible God said He knocking down the obstacles Walk by faith, not the optical With Jesus anything is possible They say that pressure make diamonds I'm still refining, attacking the beat like a lineman Seeking him first was my only assignment God got my back like he hitting the Heimlich That's why I'm stepping on serpents God said, "Get in there, get in there, get in there, yes, I got you" Really was chosen, I'm with the God of Moses The Great I Am said I'm heaven-sent Earth just my temporary home, I'm a resident Pushing the cure, not the pestilence Ah, the fruit the evidence Stay low Stay low, stay low, stay low Don't get too high, stay low Stay low, stay low, stay low When we look up and see Jesus, it's like we Steven It's like the Thrilla in Manila, when we get to preachin' It's Michael Jackson, legions beat it, and beat it, beat it If Billie Jean ain't your lover, why you touch her and ain't cuff her? Yeah, police her, it's a reason These wannabes wanna be gods Wanna be on the tree, wanna be stars, even those fall, though We a lost people, man, I keep seein' Waldo Circumcision of the Spirit, scissors for this Paul flow I'm cuttin' up, Joe, we did it, buttin' up If it's business, I'm minding mine You mighty blind You don't get the vision abide the vine Don't buy the wine If you get too tipsy I'm better fed with better bread If you get it, give it If we mobbin', let me know Spirit speak, tell us where to go From the Southside to the North Bring the heat, we ain't ducking smoke You gon' have to stay low (La-la, la-la-la) (La, la-la, la-la-la) (La, la-la, la-la-la, na-na) (La-ah, la-la)
Writer(s): Satoya Dubose, Jaden Eli, Sierra Charles, Shareis Headspeth, Clark Lacossade, Fletcher Redd, Jeffrey Shannon, Alexandria Dollar, Lasanna Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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