Baby Boy Page #9

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That's my sh*t, youngster.

"You know nothing about it.|It's for grown folks."

I used to get a lot of p*ssy|off that song.

Pick up a bigger jumpsuit.

Why you always leave me walking?

Walking will help you drop it off.

Real funny. I can't wait|to drop it off.

I love y'all.

I'm about to spank that ass.

No, I'm about to spank|that ass for life.

Please believe me.

On the real!

-Is that what you think?|-That's what I know.

I bid four books.

-Gotta get four. Stop talking sh*t.|-What?

That's cool. Take your little sh*t.|Bring it back.

Girl, you don't know|nothing about this.

I got things going on|you wouldn't understand.

-All that talking.|-That's all to Jesus.

Nigga, put the card down!|Put the card down!

I'm gonna take it.

-I love you.|-I love you, but I'm gonna take that.

Can I get some love?

Don't say you love me|and don't give me no love.

I get a little pickle tongue?

Okay, back to the ass whuppin'.|Here we go.

Talk to me, baby.|Should I bid for nine?

Bam, nigga! What nine?|You better get your three bucks.

Be gentle with my baby, okay?

-I know. I should.|-You'll create a gangsta.

It's a girl. This one is mine.|I need a girl.

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