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Your main man Tommy B brought da butter and couldnt hang on. Whats new?
Nicky Foles dropping them bombs like it was bagdad. And looks at us now. Young Juicy Bois. WORLD CHAMPS 2018.
You and Robert Kraft thought you were so slick, with ur white collared shirts, ♥♥♥♥♥♥ gillette stadium and dunkin coffee...
Its time to pack it up.
This bout to be that 1999 classic Cleveland browns beat down, the type that make you go back to yo room and listen to Baja men - who let the dogs out for some comfort.
But let me tell you fam. It's gonna sting, ATL gon rain supreme we gonna be drinking that Gin, doin our thang, dropping them stacks, calling all y'all baby makers and money shakers
And when it's all said and done you gonna need that coco jamboo, that Mr president, that lobster sandwhich extra mayo.
ATL 27 - NE 24