Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

'cause I don't play that shit.

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I straight told on his ass.

* I'ma move like a crook move, but I'm God's son" *

Come on back here. (chuckles)

All right, then, I guess I'll...

* Car ain't got no roof

This is gangsta.

Marcus Miles is in the house.

Hell, let's-- let's toast it up, man.

Look, we need to get out of this club before I

if you already know the answer then?

(music muffled)

and, uh, I think he's leaving.

And-- we got my nigga,

not no... rosé--whatever this

That nigga called the cops on me.

I want like, a,

Hey, man, uh, can you help me out?

(club sounds blur indistinctly)

-Shit was fire, man. -(chuckles)

(crowd murmuring)

like everyone else.

Leave. No one is keeping you here.

(tires screech)

Gobble it, swallow the whole thing, man.

-Have a good night. -Really man?