I met a girl. She's a cashier. What's a name? White trash name, yes. Mandy. No? No. No. Brittany? No? Tiffany. No? Candace. No? Don't fuck with me on this. I want this shit. You see me fuck with you? I'm not. I speed around. I'm gonna round off some names when I hit it. It's fucking buzzin', okay? You got me? Yeah. I grandi had a channy, runnin' in this green melody. You go to see her, baby. You crystal-spin the auto. You can tell it's her, Tanya. Tanya, you wanna show in, shit. Tell courtin' Mr. Jenny, crystal-mini. You know how I shot the children with a pussy in it? Mickey, Chelsea shot it. It's only an early party in Savannah. He's a doll in the tank to call a pony. Devin, I'm gonna lose fucking back. Eat it. Is it anyone of those moons with a lone after it? Yes. Oh, I got you, mother. I got you. Okay. Ready, my head will look cami-win. Fuck.