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Last week on P-Valley, y'all...

Mercedes' last dance.
Took you long enough.

Well, 25 retirement age
for a stripper nowadays.

Who gonna take over
your Sunday night set?

You in a hole that deep
for a refinancing loan?

I thought you
liked a little easy money.

I do. I'm just wonderin'
why all these Mexican niggas here.

What's a girl have to do to work here?

You can start tomorrow if you want.

Is this one empt...

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

Can't believe I even let
you hide your booty money

in the church building fund.

You sure weren't complainin'

when I put that booty
money in y'all account

so y'all could apply for that loan.

It's Hailey.

That's my name.

Well, I lays motherfuckers out.

That's why they call me Little Murder.

I got somethin' that'll murder you.

* Freaks come out at night *

* The freaks come out at night *

* The freaks come out at night *

* The freaks come out at night *

* Discos don't open
till after dark *

* And it ain't till 12:00
till the party really starts *

* And I always had
to be home by 10:00 *

* Right before the fun
was about to begin *

* Crowds of people lined
up inside and out *

* Just for one reason,
to rock the house *

* But in the daytime... *

Mistress told me master's been

a very, very bad boy.

She caught me.

She caught me with my
hand in the cookie jar.

Ohh...

How that cookie taste?

So good, my hand got lost all up in it.

So you gonna lose a
hand or a foot tonight.

Oh, please.

Master Cedes, I need my hands.

Master Cedes knows no mercy.

I said a hand or a foot.

You don't want me to pick.

Shall I pick?

* The freaks come out at night *

I finna pick.

Put it where they won't see.

* The freaks come out *

* The freaks come out at night *

Yeah.

Whoa, damn, girl!

Let me give you a better view.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, girl.

I'ma need you to focus.

Yeah, focus.

* Let's get weird *

* Why not get weird?
Let's get weird *

_

Welcome to Fantasy Fridays.

I see bitches dressed as pimps

and these niggas dressed as hos,

but it don't matter

as long as you throw
that green on the floor!

* Fuckin' on a scammin' ass,
rich-ass nigga *

* Same group of bitches,
ain't no adding to the picture *

* Drop a couple racks,
watch this ass get bigger *

* Drinkin' on liquor,
and I'm lookin' at your nigga *

Y'all keep throwin' cash,

they keep throwin' ass!

* Fake-ass shoes match
that fake-ass gold *

* I'm the realest bitch
ever to you snake-ass hos *

* Act up, you can get snatched up *

* Act up, you can get snatched up *

* Act up, you can get snatched up *

* Dirty-ass nails, baby girl,
you need to back up *

* It's Yung Miami and I
came to run my sack up *

* Tired-ass hos on my page
tryna track us *

* Brand-new chain,
City Girls goin' platinum *

* I ain't fightin'
with no random, period *

* You bitches weak, is you serious? *

* I let him taste the pussy,
now he actin' all delirious *

Uncle Clifford!

Fantasy Friday's lit, as usual.

Mm-hmm... well, you know how we do it

down here in Pussy Valley.

Ooh, we ain't repressed like
them heifers on the hill.

Always a pleasure, Uncle Clifford.

Oh, the pleasure's all mine, Corbin.

Come here.

Bye, Corbin.

* Act up, you get snatched up *

* Act you, you can get snatched up *

He bring the whip?

- You know he did.
- Mm.

Mo' money, mo' problems.

Yeah, I'd have problems, too,

if I was that light and
still couldn't pass.

All that yellow wasted.

Girl, if you don't take

your colored struck ass on somewhere...

Mm-hmm.

Hey, baller, ah...

Ah, ah, skrrr-skrrr!

Now, look,
I done already let you work a week

without gettin' paperwork started,

but I'ma need to see ID now.

I prefer to be paid under
the table like Maite.

Ooh, bitch, do I look
like Wesley Snipes to you?

I don't know how she did that shit,

but Maite got them papers straight,
mm-kay?

Rule number 54, we don't do tax evasion.

Everybody work up in here
independent contract,

even them ones with felonies.

Oh, since when

does a brothel need
paperwork on its whores?

Ooh, nah-nah-nah-nah.

Rule number 67,
contrary to Chucalissa belief,

ain't no hos in this house.

So Mercedes and Keyshawn just twerk

up in the Paradise Room, then, huh?

Only girls been here
a Mississippi minute

know what really go on up
in that room right there.

And with no ID,

your ass ain't gon' last here
another second.

- Uncle Clifford, please...
- Do what you gotta do, boo.

But if you wanna twerk
it up in here tomorrow,

I'ma need to see some ID.

Okay, Summer's Eve?

Hmm.

* Bad bitch, come hop on *

* We take off, go all night long *

* Pull up, take your man *

* Put that shit all in my song *

God damn.

Toy, you need to lay off
them suicide wings.

Mm-hmm.

Ooh.

No, Maite,

you need to get some Money
House Blessing air fresheners,

'cause that's the only thing
that can deal with Toy's stank.

Mm-hmm.

- Bitch, whatever.
- Fuck you.

Bitch, hold this shit.

One week later, and this bitch
still changing in the stalls?

Like, what she got to be ashamed about?

Well, I ain't gon' have to worry with it

after a while,
'cause come few more weeks,

and I's gone, bitches!

Whoo! Let's go make this money!

Hey. Hey! Settle down now.

I'm gonna send y'all asses
back to chewing them checks.

See how your money like that.

Bank these Mexican niggas bringing in
ain't gon' be enough, man.

Big L, just calm.

When your boy Duffy stopping
by to pick up his Oxy?

Next few days, he said.

Interstate from Houston still flooded,

so he gotta take the back way.

Well, you a good one
for helping him out.

Maybe you throw a extra stack on it.

Hmm.

Half pay for this here.

What'd I tell you about opening
my motherfucking mail, Big L?

Hell, somebody need to.

It say if we don't pay up in 30 days,

they gonna have our
asses kissing asphalt.

No, hey, Big L, don't...

don't you worry about all that.

Shit gonna be handled
before they try to kick us out of here.

'Sides, look, we got some extra skrilla

rollin' in here tomorrow.

The Pynk Annual Soap Down

about to make it rain and
sleet up in this bitch.

Ain't enough cars to
wash in all of Chucalissa

can help us stack all that paper.

All money add up, Big L.

Hell, we done been through worse.

Notice of default now.

Foreclosure next.

This the worstest it done been,
Clifford.

Nigga, just count.

I just know a nigga with two charges

ain't got nowhere else to go, so...

please handle that.

For all of us.

Mm.

Mm, mm, mm.

- Think you... pretty slick.
- Ooh!

Jesus. God damn it.

Ain't nobody about to pop
no slugs up in you, man.

Lil nigga?
How the fuck you get in my car?

Don't worry about all that.

Look. You lookin' for some stacks,
I ain't got nothing on me.

Nigga, if this the end,

let it be that, then.

I slid you beaucoup bank

'cause you said you would play my shit.

Don't try to split my wig

'cause Cedes ain't
wanna bop to that slaw.

You gotta make something
these bitches wanna twerk to.

I thought you had
control over your stable.

On top of that, the skreets say Mercedes

your bottom bitch,
so what that say about you?

That every bitch got
a choice in this game.

- Is that right?
- Mm-hmm.

I tried to give you a choice,
but you ain't want the D.

Probably couldn't take that shit no way.

Quit flodgin'.

Your shit ain't that big.

My shit big...

But my future bigger.

You got potential,

but you ain't ready yet.

You pumpin' out your first thoughts,

and I need your 27th.

Nigga, ain't nobody got time
to be thinkin' no 27 thoughts.

Well, you better if you want to
get these skreets whisperin'.

They whisper enough.

I'm finna take y'all to a place

that's real special to my heart.

You ain't never been down here

in the dirty, dirty.

Come with me.

Hey, Cedes.

Oh, Mane, I ain't even see you.

Okay, let's go!

I heard about your last dance coming up.

Hey, you know I'ma be there to see you.

How the hell you gon' come, Mane?

Don't get hemmed up on
5-0 on account of me.

No, got me a fat boy

babysitting my ankle bracelet
for a squirrel sandwich.

Now, by hook or by crook,

I'm gonna be there to see that finale.

I'll believe it when I see it.

Black & Mild, come on, boy.

Come on.

I know you're declining my calls
'cause it's doing that

"triple click before it go
to voice mail" thing.

Anyhow, where you at?

You were supposed to
be here two hours ago

to drop off your tithe.

Don't make me come up...

Yes?

Time to practice your solo, Patrice.

You mean "Sister Woodbine."

Mm.

Patrice Woodbine.

About to blow the house down.

Well, you know how I do,
Pastor Gilfield.

Yep.

Sang so pretty,

sinners come up off they last penny,

come offering times.

Speaking of,

I thought you was gonna get

another one of your daughter's
contributions today.

She just gave her offering.

Bank say they ain't gon'
give us that loan

lessen we come up with at
least a 20% down payment, now.

I could do some extra
sick and shut-in visits.

Can you just talk to your daughter?

With a voice like yours,

you don't need to be
doing no offering song.

You need a pulpit.

I think I might just have to try you out

on that pulpit one Sunday service.

That would be... nice.

Hmm.

There.

I hope you can see better.

Clearly.

Sorry, ma'am, my computer just froze.

FEMA system know it keep on crashin'.

Ooh, there it go.

That name again?

Lakeisha Savage.

Uh, no record of anyone by that name

having been identified yet.

What about Salita Parson?

I'm sorry.

Her body was identified.

She's been officially
listed as deceased.

One more.

Um...

Montavious Hill.

Uh, FEMA doesn't have anyone on record

with that name having been
identified yet either.

That's good, right?

Means there's hope he's still out there.

- Thanks.
- Can I help you with...

_

Pick some!

Excuse me?

Most folks visiting always
want to take some home.

Instead of taking that picture,

you should go on ahead and pick some.

Make a better souvenir.

I'm good.

Look, I know we're waitin', but, uh...

why don't we go ahead and get started?

Just be needin' your John Hancocks.

- You want our what?
- Signature, you douche.

Why didn't he just say that, then?

Wayne, sign here.

Wyatt, sign here.

That it?

That's it.

Fuck.

What?

Corbin just text, say he ain't coming.

Don't tell me he's still
on that leasing bullshit.

Hell if I know.

It don't matter anyhow.

Lawyer said all he
needed was our signatures

to transfer the deed to the casino.

Actually, Promised Land can't start

until we have the
signatory of all owners,

and according to the will filed
by the county clerk, well...

The brother from another
mother strikes again.

- Ain't this some shit?
- Now, Wyatt, hold that horse now.

No way! He got...

He got the nerve to look

a $6 million gift horse in the mouth?

I swear,
his brain's just as scrambled...

Hey, i-if you want...

I can talk to him.

Impress upon him how
advantageous this bid is.

Between me and you, the Kyle family

is the only family getting
this price per acreage.

This'll be a historical
sale for Nonconnah County.

And a historical commission

for the man who seals the deal, huh?

I'm just sayin'.

He might benefit from
a more objective view.

I could answer any lingering questions,
talk him through it.

Somebody better.

'Cause he don't want me to.

Mr. Watkins,

yeah, I think
we'll take you up on that...

kind offer of yorn.

Well, if he's not in the house,

presumably, where am I to find him?

Tonight?

He'll be right over there,

blowing Daddy's hard-earned
money on pussy and Jameson.

Uh, I don't know how I'ma
drop it like it's hot

on this asphalt, Miss Cedes.

You could fry a roly-poly on this sucka.

Yeah. Like, are we really gon'

be practicing in this parking lot?

Hush it.

Coach Cedes got the sparkling can.

Y'all right,
it's too doggone hot out here,

so let me get to it, then.

I brought y'all out here so I could be

the first one to tell y'all.

This time next week,

y'all gon' be practicing inside
this new building right here,

the new home of the
Chucalissa Challengers.

This gon' be our gym?

Miss Mercedes, like, for real, for real?

Yep, yep.

Now, make sure y'all get
y'all uniform orders in

by the end of the next week,
so we can get...

- Shake that booty!
- Whoo!

- Bounce that booty!
- Hey.

- Come give me that booty!
- Get your ass from back round here!

Get back in line.

Gym couldn't come fast enough.

This your girl

M-I, crooked-letter, crooked-letter, I,

crooked-letter, crooked letter, I,

humpback, humpback, I, ay!

Beatin' up the Gram

for the Pynk Annual Soap Down.

We doin' it all.

Detailin',

oil changes, ha!

Pulled-pork sandwiches. Mmm.

The electric slide.

Okay.

All proceeds go to a bitch pockets.

Holla!

* East side, east side *

Hey, Trinity,
y'all better come over here

and help wash these hoopties, now.

Holla!

We take cash, EBT,

mm, Bitcoins, too.

Mm.

Ow.

That made my filling hurt.

Whoo!

Heyo. Ha ha!

See that? Don't come for me
unless I send for you.

- Ah, we'll see. We'll see.
- Mm-hmm.

* Say you gettin' money,
man, we ain't seen nothin' *

What trap guy wants
his Escalade detailed?

It don't matter,
long as he dropping 50 bones.

* Hell, yeah,
and I keep a bad bitch around *

It is on and poppin' out here.

This nigga got some nerve.

- Mm-mm.
- Don't do it.

* I'ma play the game how it goes *

* And I don't need to
steal for the work *

* I can outlaw hurt *

* I am not cheap dirt *

Mm.

You the new mayor secretary?

Mm?

How you take dic... tation,

you know, with them nails?

- Forget you, Clifford.
- Come on, now.

Let's get these pictures. Throw 'em up.

Throw that shit up.

Now, y'all make sure to hashtag us, now.

Soap... down.

Hey. Hey, now.

Come on, Clifford, come over here,
take a real picture.

Now, you can't take a real picture
standing all the way over there.

- Come on, now.
- I ain't vote for you.

Your customers sure did.

That's 'cause I wasn't runnin'.

Don't you know?

I'm the mayor of Pussy Valley.

Yeah, well, you may be
the mayor of Pussy Valley,

but you are not the mayor of Chucalissa.

Mm-hmm. True that.

True that, but your voters
like titties with they tequila.

So why you wanna come
and make things hard

on us small-business
owners is just beyond me.

Well, if you want to sell...
sell all that hard liquor,

all you gotta do is get
your girls to cover up.

What kind of titty bar ain't
got no motherfuckin' titties,

Tydell Ruffin?

Hey, the kind
that's gonna get itself closed

if it don't follow my laws.

Hey, now. Hey, man.

Now, if I want to,
I could call the sheriff

and just have him come down
here and shut this car wash down

on account of that
little new nuisance law,

and you really don't want
to deal with that fine

on top of the noise violation
and the sanitation citation,

and you know that little
thing you got going on...

Mm-mm, mm-mm. Mm-kay.

- Mm-kay?
- Mm-kay.

Mm-kay.

Let's not call the law and just
shut the whole thing down then.

Right, yeah, that's all I'm saying.

Besides, you still need to
get your Escalade detailed.

- Yeah, we gon' do that.
- Mm-hmm.

All right.

Mercedes, Autumn.

I want this Escalade so clean,
I'd fuck it.

* I need X, I need Os *

* I need bikes for the shows *

Girl, come on.

* On his knees to propose *

* 'Cause he trip when I tip *

* When I tip on my toes *

* Gotta grip when I grip *

* I just snatch... *

Hand me some of that Mr. Leather.

Empty.

Fuck.

These niggas lucky
I likes to do a good job.

Help! Somebody help me!

I couldn't get out!

What's wrong with you?

- What's wrong?
- I couldn't get out.

It's okay. Shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh. Hey. Catch your breath.

Somebody get this girl
some water to drink.

I don't need any fucking water!

Mercedes locked me inside!

Bitch, no, I ain't. I ain't did nothing.

Yes, you did!

You locked the door!

Shh, shh, shh.

- Hey, hey. Hey, hey.
- The door was on child lock.

Clifford.

That shit best be free. Hear me?

Mm-hmm. Mercedes,

take this child on home for the night.

- I'm all right.
- No.

Cedes'll take you home.

She'll take you home.

Take you home. Come on.

Come on.

You want me to come up?

I said I was fine.

I'm just trying to extend
some Southern hospitality.

Gotta walk a bitch all
the way to her door.

I'm fine.

Bye.

You ain't gon' offer a bitch

a glass of red drink or something?

I don't do Kool-Aid.

I guess you don't do curtains neither.

This bitch stay perpetrating it

like she some kind of slave queen.

No. Bitch bad news like
newspapers on her windows.

She better get her some Venetians.

You all hear that?

I done told your ass

I need them coins for my wedding, man!

What? Nigga, who gon' marry you?

My mama said every pot
has its own damn lid.

My lid is my lady Lalidia.

You check your ass, then,
on to Lalidia, then,

'cause don't nobody need you,

'cause your hot wings giving
everybody gas, anyway.

And look,
you better give me back them...

- Clifford!
- Give me them.

And I'm coming back for my damn lids.

- You all right?
- Nigga got the nerve

to quit on me mid-shift
'cause I ain't give

his monkey ass a raise... hell, I can't.

Don't worry about him.

'Cause the trinity gonna take care

of everybody hunger tonight.

- Ah!
- Uh-huh.

And what about the next night
and the night after that?

Hmm? You over here.
You jumping ship, Cap'n.

Soon I'm gonna be the only
one that's just left here

in this stinking sinking
ship all by myself.

It's just...

Hey. Rule 24.5.

No crying at The Pynk.

Now, look at the OG

knowin' all the penal code and shit.

She right, though.

She right.

Come on. Let's just go make this money.

Yeah?

All right.

All right, bitches, let's go, let's go.

Whoo! Come on, Cedes.

* I get high, I get high *

* I get high,
I get high, I get high *

Why you so damn heavy-handed?

That's my grandmama recipe.

Is that why she dead?

If you paid the damn cook,
you wouldn't have to worry

about how I fry my chicken, man.

Hey, yo, that baby shower table

is still waitin'
on that lemon pepper wing.

Nigga, cook.

Hey, yo, Cliff, come listen to this.

Nigga, is you stalking me?

Yeah, shorty, listen to this here.

New song, huh?

This ish sound...

like most slaw.

Oh, man, you stay flodgin'.

What... the boss is better,

but that production, mm-mm.

Where the kick at?

You know, the boom, g-gat, g-gat.

You need to holler at DJ Neva Scared.

He get more bump in his bathroom.

Oh, nigga, you is breaking my heart.

You need to learn how to take criticism

if you want to be on top.

- Like you?
- What?

You ain't know?

I got the best shake junt
round these here parts.

Nigga, you the only,
and you still struggling.

Who been saying that?

You ain't got no hookah.

There's no money gun.

Your motherfuckin'
wings give everybody gas.

My nigga say one of your girls
farted on his lap last night.

Oh, damn it, Toy.

Mm-hmm.

So what else you don't like

about my fine establishment,
ASAP Nobody?

Oh, so you want nobody opinion now.

Well, the wings need to be pan-seared...

lock in the flavor

and then bake 'em in cannabis butter,

get these niggas out here lit.

Make 'em throw them stacks, hmm?

Man, this big-belly bitch out here

about to riot over her wings, now.

Okay.

Learn me somethin', then, young un.

Uh, no, I...

Think about it, Corbin.

The Kyle family will be the only family

in all of Nonconnah County

to net north of 6 million
for the sale of y'all's land.

You want a lap dance next?

Uh...

no.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Aw, what's a little
business without pleasure?

Business.

Look at Mr. Morehouse.

Gettin' all hankty on me.

Hey, can you excuse us
for a minute, sugar?

It's important that you
understand all the particulars.

Particulars or not, I ain't signing.

Now, you show me a deal
to lease our land,

well, that'll get my attention.

Gin and tonic.

Pop quiz, shark.

Which fish out here workin'
these rough waters tonight?

Armani suit sittin' with the regular.

Hey, that a girl.

Uh-uh. Give this one some water.

To drink.

Ooh.

I can't believe I do this shit sober.

Yo, let me get a hit of that Aquafina.

I need to go pump.
My titties about to explode.

When is you getting your titties back?

Well, I kind of, like,
like breast-feeding.

Keeps 'em out of Derrick's mouth,
so, hey.

Why you up here nursing these drinks?

Y'all better go chase
them stacks over there.

See, LaTiffany,
that's why you ain't no stripper.

You always be ridin' the wrong lap.

That geeky-ass nigga
ain't spending no paper.

Mercedes, like,
how you be knowin' this stuff?

One man in the club,
looking to spend money.

Two men in the club,

lookin' to make money.

Let the men focus on they business.

Do you know how much we could get,

leasing versus selling?

But y'all promised us the land.

I ain't promise nothing.

Hey, Andre.

You want a dance?

Well, shit.

I thought you said you
ain't been here before.

- I haven't.
- Well, how she know your name, then?

Well, that'll be our little secret.

Hey, baby.

What your name is?

Uh, Mercedes, you late to the party.

This one here already
know our friend name.

Is that right?

Well, you look like a Andre.

Did you tell her my...

No, I'm just clairvoyant
up in this bitch.

If I know your name,

best believe I know what you gonna like.

Follow me to VIP,
and we can get it poppin', boo.

Bottles too.

What you sippin' on tonight?

Brown liquor?

Or white?

Uh...

I'll try the white liquor tonight.

Some niggas can't handle
them a Melanin Monroe.

* Hey, where that cash at? *

* I stack it like Tetris *

* Real gutta bitch *

* Real plugs and connections *

* First I make him eat
it till he lockjaw *

* Give it to 'em good *

* Knock a nigga's socks off, uh *

* I run it up,
they busy running they mouth *

* I'm a real-ass,
rich-ass bitch from the South *

Look like rookie know how
to draw blood from a turnip.

* I got big rocks jumpin'
out my brand-new Patek watch *

* Ice, ice, baby, uh-huh *

* I got a whole lot *

* Nigga, you's a nobody *

* You ain't got no bodies *

* These niggas, they know 'bout it *

* These niggas know 'bout me *

* Step up on the scene *

Something in these wings.

Everything all slow-motion, like.

All the asses just move
in slow-mo up in here.

I saw how you looked at me
when you first sit down.

You weren't what I was expecting.

Wayne and Wyatt,
they're sons of the missus.

I'm the son of the maid,

but this bastard about
to make a few million.

That's more than most
folks in Chucalissa make

in two lifetimes.

Yeah, true that.

But I ain't interested in
making a little one-off,

one million,

'cause that's what it be after taxes.

I'm interested in making 10 million,

and if we actually lease
our land to the casino,

that's what we could
make over the long haul.

I'm just here to facilitate a sale,
not negotiate a lease.

Man, I know them casino folks

might not be too happy with Corbin Kyle

holding up the gravy train,

but what if I made leasing
worth your while, Andre?

What you talking 'bout?

You ever knew you deserve more

than what the world is
willing to give you, Andre?

I'm familiar with the feeling.

Well, all my life...

they never claimed me as a Kyle.

I had the name,
but I never got the benefits.

That is, until our daddy died.

They say I was lucky
to get on this ship.

But, hell, they always say that.

They about right, though.

But me and you both know they owe us.

At least I know they owe me,

and I'm gonna keep this pipeline flowing

for me and for a brother.

We're not brothers.

Hey, man, we some kinfolk.

All skinfolk ain't kinfolk.

Well...

blood ain't thicker than
water round these here parts,

but I can make it rain for a friend.

You introduce me to the right folk,

you get me that lease
for the Kyle farms,

well, let's just say...

I'd be very grateful.

I'm not for sale.

Man, that ain't a bribe.

That's reparations.

White folks call it a kickback.

- All right, man.
- Hey.

Mayor Ruffin's done more for less.

Hey, think on it.

Hey, new girl.

You a regular lap-dancing sassy.

What's your name?

Autumn.

Autumn Night.

Autumn Night.

You know what to do up
in the champagne room?

'Cause I'm gonna need you to
take my partner on up in there.

Oh, no, that... that won't be necessary.

Man, ain't nothin' necessary...

till it is.

You, uh, take good care of him
for me, now, will you?

Ride's on me.

* 'Cause I don't gotta ask my niggas *

* You know they gon' slide *

* I just put some *

* Motherfuckin' Forgis on my ride *

* I just put some motherfuckin'
diamonds *

I followed every rule you done told me.

Never broke one.

Live by the first one.

Let that stage be your stepping stone...

Not your tombstone.

And number two.

Always know where the
exit's at up in this bitch,

'cause you never know when you
got to turn a window to a door.

So when you gon' tell 'em?

That you in trouble?

Bitch, take your third eye on somewhere.

I'ma be a'ight.

How much you need?

I don't need nothing from you.

I need you to go on and
go about your business.

Bitch...

how much you need?

You got 55 stacks?

How you gon' get yourself out
of this one, Uncle Clifford?

By learning to follow my own damn rules.

* I put my hands up on your hip *

* And when I dip, you dip, we dip *

* Boy, this pussy got that wet, wet *

* Got that drip, that drip, that drip *

* I fuck your hair up and tomorrow *

* Give you something
for your beautician *

* See, tonight is gon' get crazy *

* 'Cause that Henny I've been sipping *

* And you dance up in the mirror *

* I hope that you like
that on the dick *

* Baby, I'ma get on top,
and I'ma ride it to the tip *

* I put my lips up on the
ones that's by your neck *

* And on your hips *

* Ooh, it taste like Aquafina *

* Baby, go on and take a sip *

* Hey, I got that splash *

* I got that drip, baby,
I got that water *

Sit down.

No. On the couch.

No, no, no. Over there.

I can't touch you when I'm so far away.

I don't need to be touched right now.

Wow.

Too good for a lap dance
and too good for a kickback.

You heard that, huh?

Couldn't help but overhear.

He's chatty, that one.

Well, I'm certainly not
too good for a lap dance.

A kickback... that's another story.

Well, I'm glad to know you got
such low standards for your lap

and not your bank account.

How have you been, Hailey?

I'm beginning to regret I told you that.

Well, let's start over,
pretend we never met.

* I put my hands up on your hip *

* And when I dip, you dip, we dip *

* Boy, this pussy got that wet, wet *

Did it hurt?

* That drip, that drip *

* I fuck your hair up *

* And tomorrow give you *

* Something for your beautician *

No.

I didn't feel a thing.

Mine hurt.

* I hope that you like
that on the dick *

* Baby, I'ma get on top *

* And I'ma ride it to the tip *

* I put my lips up on the ones *

* That's on your neck and on your hips *

* Ooh, it taste like Aquafina, baby *

Stings sometimes,

even still today.

What happened?

I was born with my
heart outside my chest.

Shut the front door.

No, true story.

* Why you make it so complicated? *

I wanna know what that feels like.

Have your heart beatin'
outside your chest like that.

No different from having a child,
I reckon.

Time's up, Andre.

I know it isn't any of my business,

but if you do end up taking that cut,

make sure you protect yourself.

Protect myself?

You can run your money
through a shell company.

That way, your identity's protected.

Incorporate in Delaware...

They got the best
double shell protections

in the country.

Just so you know.

Thanks for the advice.

* I know you won't leave me hanging *

* Oh, oh, oh *

Hey.

* We smoke, we smoke *

If you ever need anything...

* There's more where that came from *

* That's all I'm saying *

* It's me and you,
and we makin' arrangements *

* Me and you, me and you, me and you *

* It's you and me,
and we makin' arrangements *

* You and me, you and me, you and me *

- Right.
- Yeah.

* I got you vibing this weekend *

And don't forget.

VIP got raised to 15% cut.

Don't try to run me, heifers.

* I am burning *

I bet y'all gon' miss this A1 booty

bringin' in all this bank, though!

All this...

Oh, and...

150 off of this.

So you mean to tell me
this geeky-ass nigga

gave you a whole G.

I guess he wasn't just
interested in business,

per your observation.

Well,
the type of pleasure you slangin' out

bad for our business.

Givin' these niggas a taste
ruins the fantasy.

You're one to talk.

Bitch, I ain't never had
to lower my morals

never one time for none of these niggas.

Hey, you better cool
all that nastiness down now.

- Come on, now. Come on.
- Trick.

Hey. Hooch on.

Go on, catch y'all share rides.

You just be tryin'
to make these bitches feel bad.

My money on Mercedes.

You ain't got no goddamn money.

Bring your ass on. Come on.

Next time...

cheat me.

Don't do all that in
front of these heifers.

Sorry.

I won't do it again.

Don't you owe me somethin'?

You don't look like no Lakeisha Savage.

- Well, that's my name.
- Okay, Scorpio.

Your birthday right around the corner.

What kind of cake you like?

Um... chocolate.

Heifer.

- You's a liar.
- I do like chocolate.

But ain't no Scorpios born in May.

This ain't you.

You lyin' 'bout this.

You're tryin' to lie
about how you got that money, too.

All I did was talk.

For $1,000?

That regular was tryin'
to bribe this lawyer

for a better deal for
that casino that's coming.

The Andre dude got all offended,

turned the money down,
passed it on to me.

Just a lucky night, I guess.

Casino.

There's a casino coming to Chucalissa?

You don't know.

I know, I just... ain't know

that it was happening right now

and... and Corbin was, uh...

- Is.
- Selling...

Leasin'?

Heifer, just tell me what you know.

No, it ain't any of your business
like it ain't any of mine.

Oh, slow your roll, 24 Savage.

Now, that boy he was sitting with...
he ain't take that bribe.

Why?

Ask him yourself.

Andre Watkins, Esquire.

I don't need to talk to him...

not when I got somebody else
it seem he like talking to.

Now, I'ma need you to use them lips.

And I'll leave it up to you to
decide which set you gon' use.

You are not my pimp.

Oh, but I am your employer
with a fake-ass ID in my hand.

Now, unless you don't want
me to call the sheriff

and let him know about the little
fraud game you probably running,

I suggest you do as I say.

Hmm. You right.

You did get lucky tonight.

'Cause you surely ain't gon' stack a G

in one night slangin' burgers

or manning the layaway
over at Marshall's.

And this little DIY haircut
you done gave yourself

is proof enough you need this job.

You don't know what the fuck I need.

I know you need to give me
some motherfuckin' answers.

Now, I'ma hold on to this.

And you bring me back some tea.

Uncle Clifford's ears is awful,
awful thirsty.

Now, why you ain't reply to my texts?

You were supposed to
meet me at the church

to pass off the tithes.

I've been calling you all day.

I'ma need those 20
stacks I let y'all hold

come end of the week.

What you mean by that?

I ain't stutter.

You said you wanted to
let me stash it there

until the bank approved
y'all little loan.

I did that.

I upheld my part of the bargain.

Did they approve it?

We still waitin' on it.

Well, I can only wait
till next week, so...

So you finally want your
little coins back, huh?

Yeah.

You gon' get my change back.

All 20 stacks.

When you gonna put
them shelves up, Andre?

Yeah, I'ma put the shelves
up when I get back, ba...

Babe, hold on a second.

Okay.

Hello?

May I speak to Mr. Andre Watkins?

This is he. Who is this?

Hailey.

Hold on.

Babe, I have to call you back.

I've been playing phone tag

with Bill down in Bora
Bora for a minute now,

and he finally done
caught up with me, so...

- Oh, he did?
- Yeah.

- He keeping his promise?
- Yeah.

Y'all almost done, right?

- Yep.
- Okay.

Well, let me get off this
phone so you can take care

- of this business.
- Good night, babe.

Bye, babe.

Well, this is, uh... unexpected.

You don't mind me calling you
this late, do you?

I don't sleep, so...

Neither do I.

What, you don't like to dream?

Hmm, I don't like to have nightmares.

Hmm.

I hear that.

Did that really happen
to you when you were a kid?

Somethin' must've been in them wings.

I'm a little ashamed I said that,
but, uh...

yeah.

That's me.

Oh.

You all right?

Mm...

Where your hands, Andre?

Uh...

where are yours?

I think you know where.

Hey, yo, let me hit you on FaceTime.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

- I want you to use your imagination.
- I want to see you.

Oh, but I bet you got a big imagination.

And I want you to use it on me.

Yo, don't bust yet.

I'm waiting for you
to get on up inside...

Are you there yet?

Yeah.

Oh, I'ma need you to go slow, Andre.

Is that how you like it?

That's how most girls like it

when they want it to last all night.

I ain't got all night.

You're gonna make me cum.

Oh, stop.

I'ma need you to go slower than that.

How does it feel?

Good.

How do I taste?

Yes.

I'ma need you to go faster now, Andre.

Almost there...

Almost.

Almost there...

Fuck, yeah.

Hailey...

Mm.

Ooh.

Ooh.

Mm. My, my.

Oh, boy.

Ooh!

This little nigga?

I ain't that old.

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