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Why do you need

to go to Disney World?

Because that's

my kinda beauty, dad.

You are silly.

What's up, bae?

Ey, get them rellos?

Damn, what's wrong wit you?

What's wrong, man?

What's wrong, man?

So, you ain't gon' tell me what

the f*** is wrong wit you, man?

- What ever the f*** you just did to Len,

he tried to take out on me at the store.

Who?

- Len, Tamika Len off Seven Mile.

What'd he say?

What do you think he said?

- He said f*** you and it's

a wrap when he see you.

So, now this nigga tough, huh?

Did he put his hands on you?

Did he put his f***ing hands on you, Jess?

Where my nine?

- Over there under the couch.

Where?

- Over there under the couch, man.

Man, what the f*** wrong wit you?

F*** all that

talkin', let's ride.

- Man, I ain't even got no

f***in' clothes on, man.

- Baby, this the spot.

- Hell no, I ain't never seen this hotel.

I am not staying here.

- I come here all the time.

- Okay, so take your other b*tch here.

I'm not staying here.

I don't even know where there f***.

- I don't know, you figure it out.

You the f***in' man.

- Killin' my f***in'

vibe right now.

- F*** your vibe.

F***, I don't care about--

- Talk all that gangsta sh*t now, nigga.

Oh, you ain't got sh*t to say, huh?

What's good, bro?

- Sh*t.

Rode past the park and seen

mom and then out there.

Natty's sick, man.

Think she might need the

rest of the week off.

- Man, you let her run that

bullshit on you, nigga?

Nigga, what happened to you last night?

- Sh*t, chill blew with the wife.

My girl, man.

- Yeah, aite.

- F*** you, man.

What's on the flow?

- Sh*t, you won't be cakin all night,

you'd know what's on the flow nigga.

- There you go.

- I'm just f***in' wit you.

I just hollered at that

nigga Rell earlier.

He said he got something

on the flow for us.

- That's what's up.

Dang, man.

Why the f*** you always come up here, man.

That sh*t don't f*** wit you?

- Nah, it's the only place I can

find a piece of mind, my nigga.

- I could dig it.

That sh*t f***in' wit me though.

Ey, you get a little more p*ssy, man,

you probably won't have to

think so hard, don't you think?

- Man, I swear to God, you say

some of the dumbest sh*t, nigga.

- Damn, bae, you musta missed me.

- Hell, yeah.

Rell, what the f*** did I say

about smokin' in my house?

- Shut yo ass up, man.

Tell you 'bout switchin' that weak

ass hairstyle up 'ere there other day.

- Shut the hell up.

- See you ain't done

f***in' wit me either.

- Bae, you know I just been workin'.

- Yeah, whatever.

B*tches gettin' a little

nagged don't know how to act.

I'll see you.

- Straight up.

- I'm just like the

rest of you muthafuckers

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