Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

every time we saw a nigga in a Gucci belt?
that asked her to be in a group with me.
♪ And my people 'posed to be patient? ♪
Well, I wouldn't be too alarmed,
like a bag of chips, just dry, bitch. Like, I--
You know, just to see.
(grunting) Oh fuck.
(muffled chatter, laughter)
That's it! Right there! Uh, the Ghetto Dominatrix!
Francois: No, I think we good, Shawna. You got it.
-Mm. -And then when I confronted him about it,
but every single female rapper's success
joint custody is really the lick.
♪ ♪
Bitch.
Shawna: I tore up my whole closet trying to make a studio for us.
Jermaine: Wait, hold on. Is that Shawna?
-I had to go up to that goddamn school... Hoo! -'Cause...
It's a pop filter. It's for... (blows)
♪ It's passion that's lacking ♪
♪ Keep praying for that forgiveness ♪
Girl, I'm not trying to get done like The Renegade Girl.
(FaceTime ringing)
about they students? Like, I... (scoffs)
-Mia: Exactly. Girl this-- -Hey.
I love you, too.
surrounded by glass.
("Told Y'All by Trina playing)
once, once you sing with a girl like that,
Okay, girl. Let me follow the formula.
Dang, my baby smart, boy.
♪ Where my iced-out bitches at? Right here ♪
Hm. You should let me do that.
♪ Ayy, I'm runnin' to the money ♪
in your face, you know?
♪ Hold up, y'all, it's our turn now, it's our turn now ♪
♪ ♪
No, but I am gonna perform for you.
-You like it? -You so good!