Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Count our money.

They use these in the sprayers down at the funeral home.

Hey, queen! Hey!

come and steal your trophy?

Sheriff Bailey, you know me.

Shake that, pop that, jiggle that fat ass!

Come on and magnify the Lord with me

- Sounds all poetic and... - All poetic and shit.

Save her! Save this...

Besides, I got a nigga willing to pay two stacks,

Write that shit down.

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Everybody ready?

Slow your roll, high yellow. I ain't gone yet.

Hands where I can see 'em.

Come back soon, now!

- Hell, why don't you do it? - Because I just went out.

As you know, I have mine own.

Faggot-ass nigga, you got a hobby arranging flowers or some shit?

if y'all didn't make them weak-ass drinks.

It's all copacetic in the cut, Diamond.

Seem like you got your lap full right about now.

- We ain't mean to offend her. - What?

Look, just hold on to this till next week.

Come on, somebody

She might have beat you on the lap dance tip.

I will do everything in my power to save her.

You know what I'm saying?

So you the manager round here.

crooked letter, crooked letter-I,

molly, hot wings, Tums after the hot wings.

I buys them all, baby.

Seem like The Pynk got everything but the one thing I really need.

I got a Louis duffel full of coochie coupons, you heard?

I found me the man I need to complain to.

Right here. This is your strength.

You're the bad one of the bunch, I see.

Damn, nigga, watch where you putting them boats.

the finest shake joint in all of Pussy Valley,

Hell, The Pynk ain't hitting on shit nowadays no way.

y'all hos wouldn't be ringing in nothing but $20 each on a holy night.