Bino$ Vs. Bree$

Real nigga shit
Fuck, ain’t shit on the fucking TV, my momma would call me right now
Who you on the phone with?
Uh, my mama. Who else?
Oh, alright. Baby, can you fix the roof in the back?
(Baby can you fix the roof, the roof)
Hey man, come on with all that shit, man. I ain’t no god damn «Rico the Roof
Man,» alright?
(Baby, can you fix the roof, baby?)
Tch, ooh, well excuse me then!
Yeah, you’re excused, yeah, I know, uh-huh
(TWO DAYS LATER)
Hey, baby. Can you come help me in the kitchen real quick? I think there’s
something wrong with the fuckin' sink
Hey, man. I do not have on a shirt that says «Solomon the fucking Sink Man.
I don’t. I mean, come on now. The fuck
Damn, babe. Alright…
(ONE WEEK LATER)
Well, damn, this motherfucking place look crazy as hell. Anyways, man
Baby, can you move them dishes off the table before you sit down?
…awwh, fuck…
Man, come on with that shit, man! (Oh, nevermind, nevermind…) Hell you
talking about «nevermind»?! Always asking me to do something, fuck I look like,
man? Motherfucking Danny the Dish Man, ain’t playing with yo ass, nigga!
Fuck you thought this was? Fuck outta here. Motherfucking dishes,
fuck these dishes!
Man, what is his problem now? I know he know I like him, right?
Yeah, he gotta know that. Like, I don’t have to deal with this…
I mean, to be honest, I’m not dealing with this. I’m just not dealing with
this!
(THE FOLLOWING WEEK)
Oh, shit! God damn! That girl done cleaned the motherfucker up. Damn. Hm
What’s up, Keysha? What’s going on? The place look good, what’s up?
What’s up?
I mean I’m just sayin', I mean…
What you mean, «What's up?» I mean, damn!
How did the place get fixed up, you know what I’m sayin'? Like damn,
we ain’t talked in like a week
I’m just saying, I mean, what’s up???
Since we «What's up?"-ing and shit
Oh, well, the neighbor did it
What the fuck you mean the -- the neighbor did -- Hey, man, hey,
I don’t know what the fuck you got going on, whatchu…
What did he charge? What did he charge? What the fuck did he charge?
I mean, he didn’t charge us anything. He told me, either I can bake him a cake,
or I can have sex with him
*smack* What the fuck?!
Aw, shit, baby… baby, you gotta get up. Baby, aw, man, you gotta stop crying,
man, I hate it when you cry and shit. Look, look, baby, baby, baby,
I don’t even -- I don’t even know what to say. What do you want me to -- What
do you want me to say?!?
What kind of cake did you make him?!
What kind of cake did you make him?
A cake, eh? Well, unfortunately, my name is not Carrie the Cake Maker