âIâm not cleaning nothing up but nice try.â He quickly took out his phone, checking the time to see how much longer they were going to be out there while still listening to her. âMan. You want a lot from me. Clean yo shoes, tell niggas not to drop drinks. You got me mixed up with someone else.â He laughed as he put his phone back and grabbed a cookie from the table. âBut nah I go back and forth between a smile, a mug, and that ultimate lightskin nigga face. You gotta be switiching it up.âÂ














