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letra de shut down - froogle & yung fusion

[verse 1]
so my crew walked in, lookin’ super duper vicious
dressin’ all black, everything we do malicious
walk with such a rhythm, all you gotta do is listen
all the girls past 10’s lookin’ super futuristic
so we made our 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 can could i find it
sh-t, i was standing where the end of the line is
overclub music i could hear bladder crying
’bout to pull my phone now to forget about the crisis
then a shawty walked cross, and bumped it out my hand
she was like “oh my god” i was like “god d-mn”
then i went into the matrix
but couldn’t save it, she was like “can i help?” i was like “what your name is?”
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 im teresa”
i was like “hi uhm hi nice too meet ya”
just forgot my name, wow, do you want some pizza?
she was like “sure, i guess that i can treat ya”
first, i gotta get my purse. i left it with my friends
i can introduce you and you can bring your boy band
i was like “oh d-mn…” you really had to say that?
tryna 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 10
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, lookin’ h-lla icy
every piece of jewlery was faker than my id
we exchange names, and got familiar
teresa took my hand and said we’re heading to the pizza hut
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
10 minutes from the hut and my guard was low
we just making small talk cause 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 im like “whats 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
im like, “hold up, hold up, what you mean my n-gga?”
“they robbed us blind”, couple g’s my n-gga
yes im talking ’bout 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 a 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 yung fusion

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