Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She ain't do nothing but lay up there looking light.
Uncle Clifford, you best not be serving no liquor.
Three.
I fell.
Mercedes, you be the main one.
Can't believe I even let you hide your booty money in the church building fund.
I know y'all can hear me out there
to have you slip that shit in on a bitch.
A nigga roll up in here with a check, y'all won't take it?
No.
I'll be back.
Damn!
even though living ain't 'posed to feel that bad.
Hey, you need a ride, little mama?
They ain't mine.
gonna have to post up somewhere else.
your ass ain't gonna last one week 'neath these lights.
Skrawberry.
My bad, nigga. I'm looking for that bitch.
And what was you saying?
Go ahead.
My name Blue Cinnamon.
All right, bitches.
Better put some Neosporin on that bitch.
just fuck with your money like this.
He ain't popped his tags yet.
Did anybody ask your opinion?
But I'ma pay what I owe y'all,
No, my lap big enough to accompany all that there.
It's getting creamy!
Get it, Alizé.
Hell, I used to have a nigga used to beat my ass.
Sorry. Slipped.
maybe Uncle Clifford wouldn't have to make y'all pay before.
You can start tomorrow, if you want to.