“You know that she isn’t your daughter, right?” “Why you want me to toss you up in the back of this whip?” he asked the question like he didn’t just threaten to fuck me up back here. “I pay for her private school, health insurance, dance classes and anything that she wants to do. I’m sending her to coding camp this summer. Her deadbeat ass father in court trying to act like he doing shit.”
YOU BETTER RECOGNIZE CORLEON DON’T PLAY
