Yeah and he got smart on the phone with tiny...I don't pay all this goddamn money for some incompetent ass doorman to he sleep on the fukking job, give me a hard time getting into my own fukking crib, and talk fly to my old lady
You don't wanna be yelled at? Then don't be a lazy incompetent fukk working a service job for rich folks...if Tip was a 50 year old director at some corporation named Clifford who threw a bytch fit at some fukk-up toy cop sub division security guard, ole boy would've been fired in the morning and Tip sent a letter of apology by whoever employed him
"Who you talking to?"
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Who I'm talking to? I'm talking to the worker...at the gate...of the property... where I pay the muhfukkin mortgage nikka...hit the muhfukkin button!"
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