Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-(knocking on door) -YVONNE: That the police?

I don't want to talk about it.

YVONNE: I did not, Willy.

Shit, I might even get me a little nap in

FX Presents Hazbin Hotel

* Came up on some bands, Balmain the sweater *

* Hey, hand full of grams, other hand full of them bands. *

Where the storage closet at?

I was helping him.

* Hey, love, hey, love *

You're holding a gun for a nigga

-see what they do about that. -You don't have an alligator.

Kiss my black ass.

but I don't believe in time as a concept,

ayo shut the fuck up

No, that's not it.

I need you on the register after this.

No, that's the wrong house. We are not domestic.

I didn't take shit.

Earn, you got it?

* That kind of scare you to remember *

As long as I didn't do shit, all I got to do is stay in my house.

Got to go, got to go.

Why did you lie and tell that guy you had a boyfriend?

Darius is ready.

I'm supposed to be asking you,

Negative. Please step out into the lawn.

-That's how the law works. -No, sir.

* Juuging again, that boy juuging again *

I don't know, it's already crazy up in here, bro.

I went to high school with.

You want to help Al or not?

-He got out today. -Yeah. What's up, man?

(pounding on door)

WILLY: Who is it?!