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[verse 1: yung fusion]
yeah
so my crew walked in, looking super-duper vicious
dressed in all black, everything we do malicious
walk with such a rhythm all you gotta do is listen
all the girls past tens, looking super futuristic
so we made way to the bar-tender
pulling strings all night, guitar, fender
ordered up a dozen, tell em “put it on a tab”
when the party shut down gotta throw me in a cab
i headed to the bathroom, if i could find it
sh-t, i was standing where the end of the line is
over club music i could hear my bladder crying
’bout to pull my phone out to forget about the crisis
then a shawty walked across and bumped it out my hand
she was like “oh my god”, i was like “god d-mn”
then i went in to the matrix
but couldn’t save it, she was like “let me help”
i was like “what your name is?”

[hook: yung fusion]
when the party shut down gotta throw me in a cab
when the party shut down down down
when the party shut down gotta throw me in a cab
when the party shut down down down

[verse 2]
she was like “hi, i’m teresa”
i was like “hi uhm, i’m, nice to meet ya”
just forgot my name, wow, do you want some pizza?
she was like “sure, i guess that i could treat ya
first, i gotta get my purse, i left it with my friends
i could introduce you and you could bring your boy band”
i was like, “oh d-mn, you really had to say that
trying to hurt my feelings cause that civic ain’t a maybach”
then she left and headed to her friends
so i ran to my n-ggas, told them i just scored a ten
they was like “oh man she a beamer or a benz”
i was like “bugatti, and she came here with friends
lets go”, so we headed over there looking h-lla icy
every piece of jewelery was faker than my id
we exchanged names, and got familiar
teresa took my hand and said “we’re heading to the pizza hut”

[hook]
when the party shut down gotta throw me in a cab
when the party shut down down down
when the party shut down gotta throw me in a cab
when the party shut down down down

[verse 3]
10 minutes from the hut and my guard was low
we just making small talk ‘cuz we walked this road
i was feeling rather odd as my conscious froze
teresa’s palms got sweaty she kept drawing close
then my phone rang, interrupted the convo
my homeboy called, i’m like “what’s going on yo?”
he’s breathing h-lla hard “my brother where you at?
we just had to run a mile from those gun slinging cats”
i’m like “hold up hold up, what you mean my n-gga?”
“they robbed us blind, couple g’s my n-gga
yes i’m talking about the girls with t-whatever-esa
i don’t even think they’re girls, i felt a d my n-gga”
then i turned to my left, made eye contact
with the barrel of a glock, 19, all black
heard the words “wallet, iphone, cash”
i’m like “d-mn”, then it all went black
word up

- froogle

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