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Lamar Davis: Wassup, can a loc come up in your crib?
Franklin Clinton: Man, f*ck you. I'll see you at work.
Lamar Davis: Ah, n*gga, don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful, n*gga. Maybe if you got rid of that old yee-yee ass haircut you got you'd get some b*tches on your d*ck. Oh, better yet, maybe Tanisha'll call your dog-ass if she ever stop f*ckin' with that brain surgeon or lawyer she f*ckin' with. n*gga...
(Lamar begins to walk away)
Franklin Clinton: What?