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Toosii - Thief In The Night (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Toosii
Toosii
Vocals
Buddah Bless
Buddah Bless
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Naujour Grainger
Naujour Grainger
Songwriter
Ty-Ron Douglas
Ty-Ron Douglas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buddah Bless
Buddah Bless
Producer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Mixing Engineer
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Zach Schultze
Zach Schultze
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, let off all four doors cruising through the city lights Lot up on my mind, I was on my grind, get it right I was in the lab cooking up, it wasn't feeling right I was on my own time, young nigga just living life Paradise eating on cheesecake, go and tell that nigga he safe, But the goons still gon' do what he say, Don dada, top shotta, you know that we still killing right, Fifth teen round with the green beam on the sight Why you tried to say I ain't living right? One thing I know I'ma get it right Ski mask like a thief in the night Old man dumped on that corner Tried to tell you they was coming for you Say you don't believe, let me show you, oh I was with the fiends, had 'em spoiled That's 'cause they was treating me like royal Getting to the cheese Don't you ever play like we won't ride around with them G-locks Ever since a nigga had a G-Shocks And I was always ducking in the Fazo's, not the Reebok's Yeah, can't say the same, if he did, he lied Dead bodies, that's on the low-low Name dropping, that be a no-no Pussy wet but it stank, told gang that's a no-go Kill him dead, he tryna showboat Niggas playing cop, robo I do a hit and hop in the whip so low Stainless steel revolver I was the judge, I let off six shots from the time that I saw you Can't duck a switch boy when we hit, into the phone, God call you It ain't hard to be loyal To the streets, boy, but we street, boy Boy, the streets just ain't for you, you know He dead for lies, and if his head rise, we gon' get his head lined You know, on Nico Yeah, let off all four doors cruising through the city lights Lot up on my mind, I was on my grind, get it right I was in the lab cooking up, it wasn't feeling right I was on my own time, young nigga just living life Paradise eating on cheesecake, go and tell that nigga he safe But the goons still gon' do what he say Don dada, top shotta, you know that we still killing right Fifh teen round with the green beam on the sight Why you tried to say I ain't living right? One thing I know I'ma get it right Ski mask like a thief in the night
Writer(s): Naujour Lazier Grainger, Tyron Douglas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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