[Dime] Amp may have just killed a regular.
How the hell did he do that?
[Dime] Previously on All The Queen's Men.
-You tell us why you in here? -I told them about Sandra.
[grunting]
She said that you did it.
That detective bitch? Either you trust her or you believe me.
I believe you.
Who could do some shit like that? You goddamn pervert.
I know you're not telling me that the motherfucker that
stole my money is in here right now spending it?
[Blue] You know when I was eatin' her pussy,
she told me I was the best she ever had.
[Man] You're dead.
-Who's that? -His fucking wife.
[beeping] It's a bomb.
[car exploding]
-That nigga a cop. -Who?
[Trouble] Casanova.
Do you really think I'm gonna risk my investigation
to sleep with the likes of you?
You can give a nigga a hug or something.
The fuck is wrong with you?
That nigga actin' a straight damn ass.
I need my money.
You need to get the fuck out of my house, you bitch!
-Got something. -No!
-Good night baby.
Help!
Help me! Help me!
-You gotta get jumped in. -What you mean jumped in?
Here you go.
[gunshots firing]
We get even with him, Ms. Tandy and her husband.
-The shit they did to me. -What did they do to you?
They raped him with a big ass dildo.
-Hey, Daddy. -[James] Hey, baby.
This shit's gettin' real hot. The DA is up to something.
[Madam] So you think you can just fuck my dancer
and get away with that?
Dime! No! Don't open that!
Did you move when she saw you?
I have information on the investigation.
And I'll tell you where the pressure is.
I want money, lots of it.
Your father is a very interesting man.
Fernando-- No! No! Fuck! Fuck!
Bitch, open the safe!
I can't, my head is--
That ain't all you're gonna fucking have.
Open the fucking safe!
My husband is running for mayor. Please.
I don't give a fuck about your husband.
You're gonna regret this, I promise you.
If I have to ask you one more fucking time,
open the fucking safe!
Holy shit!
What?
You gotta come see this shit.
Oh, shit!
-How much you think it is? -I don't know.
How much is it, bitch?
[crying] [coughing]
-She got shit all up in here. -She got all kinda shit in here.
-You should grab all that. -I got you.
-Come on. Hurry up! -I got you. I got you.
[Ms. Tandy] That's everything I have.
Nigga, go chain him up or something!
I already took care of that shit. That shit was easy!
Oh, shit. Okay. Fuck.
-Come on! -[Trouble] Man, I'm coming,
I'm coming, nigga! I want all of this shit, nigga.
-Fuck. It ain't gonna fit. -Let's go. Let's go.
Let's go.
You won't get away with this! I hate you motherfuckers.
Fuck you, bitch.
You won't get away with this, I promise.
I promise you won't.
If you say anything, I will air all this shit
out to the public, bitch!
Did Madam send you?
Fuck no!
She did. I know she did.
You better get that shit out your head.
This is her fuckin' work.
Shut up, bitch!
You motherfuckers get out!
[Trouble] I wish you fucking would.
Get out! Get out!
We gotta go. We gotta go. Move. Leave her alone.
She ain't gonna do shit.
[crying]
They took everything, Took fuckin' everything.
Everything I had!
[music]
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ They know not to play with me They know I get it started ♪
♪ Ask me will I take it easy Told em' that it's harder ♪
♪ Ask me will I quit Oh no sir, I beg your pardon ♪
♪ They're saying that it's light ♪
♪ But I turn this bitch to darkness, darkness ♪
♪ The sun, it go up We don't play around ♪
♪ I won't play 'bout my dinero, dinero ♪
♪ Got some gangstas in the cut now, cut now ♪
♪ And they're doing what I say so ♪
[music]
[gunshots firing]
[music]
Rayshon! Rayshon!
What the fuck you doing? Stop him.
-You stop him! -Yo!
-Come on. Let's go! -What?
-Let's go! -What?
-Let's go! -I'm not fucking done!
Let's get out of here, yo.
-Go! Go! -He had a fucking gun!
[gasps] Fuck! Fuck!
-Madam, don't look. -Move, Tommy!
Move! Move!
Let her go. Let her go.
[crying]
Oh, shit.
[crying]
He killed my father.
I got it. I got it, Madam.
-Fuck! -I got it.
[crying] I can't believe this shit.
He did it! He fucking did it!
We got you, Madam.
We got you.
I can't believe this motherfucker.
Tommy, treat him right.
Yes, Madam. We got you.
[sniffing]
Blue...
Take care of her.
I got reinforcements coming.
-Okay. -Take care of this.
[music]
[indistinct conversation]
Mrs. Watson, Detective Davis.
What happened?
-We were robbed. -I see that.
Do you know who did it?
Is my husband okay?
They're taking him to the hospital now.
Well, that's where I need to be, with my husband.
I just need you to answer a few questions.
Yeah, well, I would like to be where my husband is.
-Ma'am. -Yes?
Your husband may not make it. This could become a crime scene
and if that's the case,
we need you to stay here just a little bit longer.
I'm sorry, Detective Davis.
Who the fuck are you to tell me my husband may not make it?
Do you and your husband have a lot of enemies?
He's running for mayor. Of course we do.
Yes, I know. I've met him.
So then yes, we have a lot of enemies.
So then, did you get a good look at them?
No, I didn't.
I'd like to go to the hospital to be with my husband.
-Just a few more questions. -Talk to my attorney.
Your attorney?
Now, why would I need to talk to him?
Is it because I see you have a lot of sexual paraphernalia
around here? Is that what it is?
Listen. [door closes]
Lily.
Thank you.
I am so sorry to hear about James.
It was absolutely awful.
He has a strong pulse.
Well, I'm trying to get to the hospital,
but this person won't let me leave.
Detective Davis.
-What are you doing? -I'm trying to get a statement.
-Go on to the hospital. -Actually, why don't you go?
You can leave.
Sure will.
Come on, guys.
[music]
Shit!
Blue, this motherfucker did it.
He actually...
He did it.
I'm so sorry, Madam.
I'm sorry.
I don't how I'ma go on from this.
I know.
Blue, you don't understand. I do not... [inhales deeply]
I don't think I can get past this shit.
Madam...
You're gonna be fine.
Fuck. No, I'm not.
I'm not. [crying]
Madam, I am...
I am so sorry about your dad.
Look at me. Look at me.
I really am.
I'm so sorry.
Fuck.
It's okay.
He always told me that this day was gonna come.
He did. I just...
I didn't think it was going to be like this, though.
[crying]
I know.
I mean, shit.
We all know that at some point,
we outta here, right, but...
This motherfucker.
Oh.
I know he was scared.
You think so?
What?
Madam, all the stories you told me about your dad.
I don't think he would be scared.
Would you?
[sniffs]
Fuck, I don't know.
Madam, I have seen you face some crazy-ass shit.
And no matter what, you've remained solid.
You said he was just like you, right?
He was.
So I don't think he was scared.
Not Cadillac.
You're right.
Yeah.
I guess it was, uh...
good, him not knowing what was going on.
Him having Alzheimer's and...
He didn't have it, Blue.
What?
He was pretending, for the FBI.
They was after him. You know that.
He was fine.
He was perfectly in his right mind.
What?
I talked to him every fucking day.
Wow, man.
[crying] Shit!
Fuck!
Madam, it'll be okay.
It's okay. What do you need us to do?
-You got him? -Yes, Madam. I got him.
-It'll be okay. -Shit...
It'll be okay, Madam.
What do you need us to do?
Um, take him to the funeral home off of Jones.
There's a guy there named Jesse. Motherfucker owe me,
so just tell him I sent you. He'll do it.
He won't even ask any questions.
Okay, Madam.
Go now! What the fuck?
Madam, that nigga Joey was with the Concierge the whole time.
Nigga, do I look like I'm in the fucking mood
-for I told you so right now? -Madam, I'm not saying that.
But we do need to wait for my folks to get here.
For what? Huh? The nigga's dead. You shot him.
Madam...
I know I got a couple of shots in him, but I wasn't able to see
-if he was still moving. -Okay.
Somebody needs to go figure out if the motherfucker's dead.
I was gonna do that.
Go! And bring this motherfucker back to me.
If he is, bring him here!
Yes, Madam. Those are my folks.
Hey Blue...
Take Madam home.
You ready?
Come on.
[exhales]
Bring me my purse.
[music]
So what really happened?
It was Madam.
Are you kidding me?
No, I'm not.
This bitch!
-She sent them here to rob me. -Oh, man.
We have to do something. And we have to do it now.
I know. But we wanted to pace this thing.
My husband is in the hospital.
-Ms. Tandy. -What?
Don't make it seem like you care.
I do care.
You married that asshole for his money.
And then you got into all this weird shit with him.
Who did she send?
The kid, Rayshon.
The one you had tied up?
Did he ever say anything about that?
He never said a word.
And the girl, Trouble.
And there was another young dancer
that I've never really seen him.
Okay, okay. I'll have them picked up.
No, I don't want them picked up. I don't want them picked up.
Well, what do you want?
I want them dead.
I need to send a clear message that they have fucked with
the wrong one.
-Then that would blow our moves. -I don't care.
You know what Jack would say.
We should use this as an opportunity.
Mm-hmm. And we should.
We can make this about a crime and the incumbent mayor.
You were robbed in a nice neighborhood.
And now no one is safe because of him.
-We can use this. -What if he dies?
Then we can use it all the more.
Shit.
We have to pace this Madam thing.
Damn.
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck.
-Whew. Shit. -Shit, yo. Go take a bath.
Nigga, here. Put your clothes in here.
-Nigga, snap out of it, bro! -Put your clothes in the basket.
-Go hit the shower. Go! Go! -Go! Damn.
Jesus Christ.
Shit.
Oh, damn. Man, he snapped.
He should've snapped after what them bitches did to him.
Do you think we're gonna get away with this shit?
Nigga, what the fuck you talkin' about?
Look at all this.
-Bruh. -Shit.
Okay, look. We gonna split this three ways.
-Whoa, three ways? -Yeah, three ways.
-Hold up, hold up. Nah. Nah. -Nigga, I came up with the plan.
That's not what we talked about.
There's way more than a hundred grand here.
We're only giving him a hundred.
Nigga, that's some low down, dirty shit.
Hey, I'm sorry.
-Nigga, you know you ain't. -Yeah, I am.
But shit, that's what we gonna do.
[laughing]
-My dawg. -Oh, man. Okay, look.
All right, so we gonna grab his money.
-And you're gonna hide the rest. -Yeah.
-Okay? -All right.
-And if you burn me, I swear-- -I won't burn you.
Listen, we in this together.
Shit. Whew! VIP ain't got nothin' on this.
These bitches ain't got it like this at all.
[chuckling] There you go.
That's some cash.
Whew.
-He been in there a long time. -Yeah. Shit, go check on him.
What? Hell nah. Nope. I ain't doing that.
-Man, you ain't shit. -Man, so?
[knocking on door]
Rayshon.
Hey, Rayshon.
[knocking on door]
Okay? Shit.
[shower running]
Rayshon.
Hey.
Rayshon!
What?
You all right, man?
I'm not.
Yo, what the hell happened?
I snapped.
I looked at that motherfucker and I thought about what he did
to me and then I just-- I just snapped.
Damn.
Is he dead?
I don't know.
I need to find out if he's dead.
What you need to do is get the shit out of your head.
I need to know, Champ.
Well, you have a hundred grand in your pockets now.
I'm going to jail.
Look, they're not gonna say nothin'.
How do you know?
All that shit they did to you? It's gonna be all right.
He's dead. He gotta be.
You've gotta get yourself together, man.
I'm trying!
Look, we're gonna get some sleep,
call the hospital in the morning.
We'll see what happened, all right?
Okay.
So chill the fuck out. You're gonna lay low here tonight.
And we'll go to the club in the morning like nothing happened.
Get yourself together, bro. Get yourself together.
So clean up and come on.
Okay. [exhales]
[door shuts]
What'd he say?
He's fucked up.
He needs to get his shit together.
I know.
I mean, he will fuck this up for us.
He will.
But as long as we give him this money, he'll be all right.
Well, I mean, you know,
Ms. Tandy think that Madam did this.
I know.
Now, if Madam finds out, she--
I don't think she will. I don't think she will.
I'm just sayin', like, if she finds out,
this shit will be crazy.
Look, we just have to do what we've been doing. All right?
Look, I'll stay here tonight. I'll keep an eye on him.
See how everything goes.
All right. That's what I was thinking. Cool.
Bet.
Oh, my God.
[music]
Shit! I gotta move.
-[Man] You were set up. -What the?
Who is this?
What the hell?
[Man] You were set up. Madam did it.
She thought you would go to the police,
so she had someone drug Sandra and kill her in your bed.
We have the gun with your prints on it.
Who is this?
What?
[Man] Someone that hates her and wants this to end.
Get off of my computer.
[Man] You hacked me, so I hacked you.
Who are you?
[Man] You should stop trying to hack into others' computers.
We are better than you. I hacked into your phone and hers.
Everyone you around, the things they say about you.
Whatever. You're full of shit.
[Madam] I need some really good fucking insurance.
What the fuck?
[music]
What do you want?
[Man] For now, just to fuck with you,
but if you check into my lines again, all the gloves come off.
I know so much, including that you masturbate a lot.
Then we are better at this than you.
Are you the police?
[Man] The police wish they were this good,
but we can turn all this over to them.
Stop fucking with my systems.
Shit.
[music]
-Damn! -What?
Nigga, I slept good as hell.
Ha, 'cause all that money, huh?
You know it.
[laughing]
-Yo, let's get this split going. -Okay, bet. Let's do it.
Shit, um, where's Rayshon? He's not in the bedroom?
No, man. I thought he was out here with you.
No.
-Nigga, check the money. -I did. The money's good.
-Nigga. All of it? -Yes. Shit.
All right. Well, shit. Where do you think he went?
-Oh, come on, Rayshon. -Nigga, call him.
Shit.
What the hell, man?
-You don't think he-- -Nah, I don't wanna think
that he went to the police or anything like that.
-Well, shit, come on. -Yo, where you going?
-Nigga, I'm gonna find out. -How?
I don't know how. I'ma figure it out. Let's go.
-Come on! -Shit! Damn.
-Good morning. -Hi.
What's going on?
What happened to my guy last night?
You didn't read him his rights.
I did.
He had a lawyer on site.
You can't just let him get away.
Rookie, I've got this. Go to your desk.
Go.
You!
-What? -Have a seat.
What's going on?
Well...
This.
-Shit. -That's not all.
-Is this after the shooting? -It gets better.
Well, shit!
Wait. This is all we need. We don't need anything else.
-Maybe. -What do you mean?
I'm concerned about how we got it.
-What do you mean? -This was all in your email.
What?
How long have you been sitting on this?
I don't know what you're talking about.
This is the first time that I'm seeing any of this footage.
Have you heard from your undercover?
Yes.
And what is he saying?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Um, what's going on, Rodds?
We need to know what he's saying.
He said that they tried to kill him and that he's laying low.
[knocking on door]
Come in.
What's going on?
He wasn't just watching them. He was watching you.
What?
You wanna tell us what you were doing
in that dancer's apartment all night?
-I was, um-- -Don't lie.
I wasn't gonna lie.
We had you surveilled.
So you think I'm with them?
[Casanova] Davis.
No. What are you-- what are you coming at me with?
We're wondering why you've been sitting on this evidence
and haven't shared it with us?
I don't know. I don't know where this came from.
This was not in my email.
It's been in there since the night it happened.
What? Wait. Look, somebody is obviously setting me up.
Oh, don't give me that bullshit.
-Just tell us. -I am telling you.
Show her.
You wanna keep on lying?
I'm not-- I'm not lying.
But that is you with him, right?
Look, obviously you don't believe me,
but all of this is a lie.
What do you want us to believe? It's some kind of body double?
Hmm? Isn't that you with him right there?
-Yes. Yes, that is me. -Damn.
You've completely compromised this investigation.
No, what? I have-- No, I've worked my ass off!
I have worked hard for this case!
You have blown this, Davis!
Wait, okay, just--
Look, I'm gonna talk to your chief,
but believe me, if I took this to a judge...
Okay. We have video footage. It's video, though.
That you sat on.
I have to talk to your chief and the mayor.
With a reelection coming up, he's not gonna want to see
this on a police record.
We have enough to deal with.
-If you could just give me a-- -Get out!
-What's next? -Just get out, Davis!
You'll be contacted soon.
Shit!
I know.
We can't prosecute her?
Oh, I plan to use every bit of this shit.
But it's all probable cause.
We can put her at the scene of these deaths,
but there's nothing here to prove that she's done anything.
We're so close.
Yeah. She is and has always been a fuck-up.
You were right.
Go on out the back door and lay low.
Yeah, I have my homeless gear out back.
Okay, good. I'll let you know how this turns out.
Sounds good.
[music]
[Champ] Why is this nigga not answering?
I don't know, but...
-Oh, shit! -What?
What the hell?
What? What is it?
-That's that nigga. -Rayshon?
Nigga, no. Look.
-Yo, ain't that-- -Casanova.
Why the nigga actin' like he's homeless and shit?
Oh, man. This nigga at it. I gotta tell Madam.
Nah. Not until we find Rayshon.
Okay, well, let's go see if he at the club, then.
All right. Bet.
[Tommy] It's me.
Text me first.
Where's she at?
She should be sleeping.
No, I'm not.
Good morning, Madam. How'd you sleep?
I didn't.
Madam, you know you need your rest.
You want one of my cookies? I can make one for you.
No, Tommy. I don't want a fucking cookie.
That shit gonna have me out for two days.
[sighs] Did you get him to the funeral home?
Yes, I did.
Look, I wanna have this funeral quickly.
I want this shit over with.
Yes, Madam.
I can't believe this motherfucker killed my father.
Well, took care of his ass.
Yeah, in a thousand pieces.
That shit still wasn't enough.
-But you know-- -I already know.
I know, but he didn't do shit about his wife, Madam.
Oh, but he will.
He's just waiting.
He killed your father. What were you supposed to do?
Well, if I know him, he's gonna say that
I'm the one that started it with his wife.
We just need to take this nigga out.
No, we can't do that if we don't have eyes on him, Tommy.
Madam, I can do that.
Y'all Atlanta niggas can't fucking match with him.
That nigga's on a whole 'nother level.
White House level shit.
Y'all are no competition for him.
I understand, Madam.
Fuck.
We gotta think bigger, way fucking bigger.
[sighs] All right. I'ma get dressed.
And go to the club.
Madam.
What?
What the fuck you think I'ma do? Sit around here?
Look at the walls and shit? No. I'm not doing that.
Okay? I'm getting dressed and I'm going to the fucking club.
Madam, I don't think you should.
What the fuck did I just say?
Okay.
All right. I'ma get dressed.
Madam. The club doesn't open for a few hours.
Thank you. I know that.
I wanna make a stop first. Is that okay with you?
Yes, Madam.
I'm gonna go by the nursing home and pay that bitch a visit.
Why?
Because I wanna find out why the fuck
she didn't give me a heads up.
That's why. I'll be back.
She gonna be on the war path.
You don't think she can get any worse, do you?
Mm-hmm.
You don't think she's about to go shoot up all them folks
in the nursing home?
What you think?
Oh, shit.
Damn. Who keep calling me from an unknown number back to back?
Hello.
[Man] Your father is dead.
What?
[Man] He died last night.
Where is he?
[Man] He was at the address I will send you,
but he's dead now.
You gonna tell me who the fuck this is?
Hello. Hello!
Damn, Daddy. [sighs]
St. Arbor North. St. Arbor North.
What the fuck?
Damn.
[music]
Hey, what's up, Dime?
-Nope. Nope. -Can we talk about it?
-Please. -Did you fix my tires?
If I did, would you talk to me?
Did you or did you not?
-Nah, I didn't. -Okay.
But you know I would have, D. Come on, look at me.
Can't you just leave me alone?
-Look, I know you saw it. -Saw what?
Listen, did you talk to Madam? D?
Can you just leave your music and head to the dressing room?
You heard what she said. To the back.
Get your ass on.
-All yours, Dime. -Thank you.
Here you go, Dime.
And uh, give me something different for the third round.
Okay.
-You okay? -I'm fine.
What's up with this nigga, Amp? Man, he wilin'.
-I don't care. -Yeah, you do care.
Okay, if that's what Amp wants to do, then fuck him.
Wow.
Really?
Shit.
Y'all niggas talking about me?
-No. -Yeah.
You wilin', bro. And I wanna know why.
I already told you, dawg.
Dime came to my apartment. Saw a gang of money.
Told my aunt that it was her money that was stolen.
And my aunt took me in the basement with her two goons
and tried to kill me.
Damn.
All right.
I mean, you're still standing, though so, shit,
you didn't do nothin', right?
So that whole thing ain't no problem to you?
You don't see that?
Listen, brother, the game we're in, it's all about loyalty.
So you proved it, so you're good.
All y'all on some bullshit.
I was just sayin'.
Well, say that shit somewhere else.
What the fuck?
Man, I ain't got shit to do with that.
-Here, Dime. -Thank you.
Come on. That's...
-Seriously, Dime? -Let it go.
No. That shit was fucked up. And you know that.
I know and I apologized, so...
I'ma try to talk to him 'cause this... [sighs]
Not on my account. He hates me.
Hates you? Dime, that man was outside putting air in
your tires last night. He don't hate you.
Did he?
With a motherfuckin' air pump, Dime.
So when I say let it go, let it go.
[music]
-Hi. -Hi.
I am so sorry about your father.
-Are you? -Yes, it's very unfortunate.
-What happened? -Well, I wasn't on duty,
but Nurse Johnson was here all alone last night
when it happened.
-Was that what she told you? -Yes.
Okay.
Well, what do you guys customarily do
when someone passes away?
Well, we take them to the infirmary
until a funeral home comes and picks them up.
Has my father been picked up yet?
Yes, she took care of that last night.
That doesn't seem a little suspicious to you?
Oh, what do you mean?
Considering she can do all that in the middle of the night.
We work with a lot of different people
and we call them at all hours of the night.
Okay.
Where was he taken to?
Um, it says here he was taken to the Junior Rest Funeral Home.
Here is their contact information.
-Thank you. -I am so sorry.
Do you know what time she's coming in today?
Um, well, actually she called in.
She said she was gonna take her vacation time.
She has an elderly mother.
And well, we're scrambling to cover for her.
-Has she ever done that before? -No. Never.
Okay.
Well, I'd like to send her flowers,
so can I have her address? I just wanna say thank you.
Oh, yes. Yes, she would like that.
Yeah. She was always so good to my father.
Thank you.
Oh, no. Thank you.
And again, I am so sorry about your father.
Take me to this bitch's house.
You. You just wasn't happy until you killed him.
Shit.
I told you. Let me take care of him,
but you just had, no, bring him here to the great place.
Carla, how did you even know he was here?
-Don't worry about it! -Look--
No, you look because you did this.
I asked you. I said, "Let me take care of Daddy!"
I asked you! I begged you!
But you had to get involved and then bring him here!
You know, I'm not doing this. I don't have time for this shit.
Oh, now you don't have time.
'Cause you got blood on your hands!
You brought him to this shitty-ass place!
Hey, bitch! Get your pussy poppers off of me!
Bite you in your fucking face!
Y'all are some awful motherfuckers!
-Let's go, Madam. -Awful!
And this is who y'all wanna run around here and call Madam?
Let's go.
Huh?
Why don't you tell them your real nickname, SG?
Yeah, we called her Skinny Gap.
Gap in her front teeth so goddamn big
she could suck a dick and never stop smiling!
It's one of her greatest tricks.
Let's go.
Now your great trick is getting away with murder, bitch!
Let's go. Not here.
-No, no, no, no, no. -No!
There she go! There she go-- Yeah!
-Give me my fucking gun! -Madam, not here!
You don't see these people around here? You can't do that.
Okay. Okay. Okay!
-Fuck, I just wanna talk to her. -All right, when you're calm.
Of course. I wasn't-- Move, Blue.
What?
What's up?
Carla...
This is already very difficult for me.
What makes it so difficult for you?
Because I loved my father.
Marilyn, you don't know nothin' about love.
You love money, bitch.
Do you know why I never put my hands on you?
'Cause you know better.
No.
It's because Daddy asked me not to.
Well.
Daddy's dead now, so there's nothing stopping you, right?
You know what? You're right.
Well, do something, bitch!
Do you need me to call the police?
-Yes. -No.
-But you can call an ambulance. -For who? You?
[music]
♪ That's when they hold you down ♪
♪ Put the city on my chest I'll bet they love me now ♪
♪ You ain't shit You ain't shit ♪
♪ Before we got new kicks
♪ We were walking 'round in flip-flops ♪
♪ And bitches who spoke down to me ♪
♪ They tryin' to give me good talk ♪
♪ Daddy went and copped Jordans Mama copped us Reeboks ♪
♪ And diamonds dancin' on my wrist ♪
♪ Like I bought them on TikTok
♪ Same game, you can't hang Nigga, kick rocks ♪
♪ But listen, y'all can step it So you know I have on no socks ♪
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