.45 Page #3

Hell no, man. That nigga's small time,

yo, I'm big time!

F*** that motherf***er!

F*** that motherf***er!

Alright, what about me, huh?

What about my needs?

- What?

- Yeah, my needs.

Eat me.

- I eat you good.

- Oh, you call that eating?

Yeah, you know what I call that?

I call that tasting.

I call that f***ing munching. Alright?

I been eaten by mosquitoes better than that.

I've been bitten by bedbugs with more bite.

Alright, how come you're

selling a gun behind my back, hmm?

- What are you talking about?

- Oh yeah, okay.

So you don't think that I know about

that f***ing tattooed f***?

Clancy told me.

How come you're doing f***ing

deals behind my back?

What? He needed a f***ing gun.

What was I supposed to do?

Blow the deal or something?

I got you your money.

- How much?

- Same as always.

There's four $100 bills in

your underwear drawer, okay?

Next to the downs.

- You're not trying to sell me out here?

- Alright, just take a look, for God's sakes.

You're not f***ing that Clancy

motherf***er, y'know

- You don't think I see the way you look at him?

- Gimme a break. I sleep with one f***ing guy, alright?

Stop talking sh*t.

First of all, I hear on the f***ing

street you're selling guns behind my back

So then I come home,

and you don't f***ing tell me

- And then I want you to suck my cock,

- Shut the f*** up!

- And you won't even f***ing do

- Shut the f*** up!

Who f***ing told you?

Hellen.

Son of a b*tch!

Motherf***er.

Goddamn men, y'know

Big Al thinks the worst thing

you can do is

sleep with another guy, right?

Let another guy f*** you

Oh yeah? But it's okay for him

to f*** other girls, right?

He did it all the time.

It's a double standard, right?

But only on his side.

Yeah, well that don't fly with me, y'know?

I-- y'know what? I just don't get it.

I don't get why, why guys think

they're the ones that are getting over.

Y'know, why they think they're the ones

doing the f***ing. Alright?

'Cause, y'know, when I sleep with a guy.

I make sure he knows

who's f***ing whom.

And I stick my finger up his

ass just so he knows it.

You didn't sell Clancy the .45

with the two tone stainless, did you?

- Huh? What?

- The .45.

No. I'm not an idiot. I know that's your gun.

It's the only one I have

that's legally registered, okay?

Suck their fingers.

- I'm getting horny.

- I know.

Right? Don't fuckingtouch the .45, okay?

Want to know Al? Al is really

good at getting things.

Cars, jewelry, clothes.

Women. But he doesn't know

how to take care of them.

I was his property.

And call me crazy, I just wanted

something a little bit more than that, okay?

So we broke up,

and now no one'll date me

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