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Well playas…the Indianapolis Colts have clarity alright but nobody’s convicted that ole dull Trent Richardson will be sittin’ at the crib today watchin’ them play. On Saturday the team announced that ole boy would not be travelin’ with the team due to personal reasons. Now accordin' to the big homie Bob Kravitz over at WTHR ole boy missed the mornin' walk through and didn't holler at anybody.
Keep in mind that this is the same dun that was the No.3 overall pick in the draft behind Andrew Luck and RGIII in 2012 bruh!
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! The Colts gave up a first round draft pick for this cat and from a football standpoint he ain’t worth two dead flies smashed to that backfield. He lost his job to Donald Brown late last season and then regained it this year only to lose the joint in Week 16 to “Boom” Herron. Stop right there bruh!
Let me put it where the goats can get it playa. He lost his job to a dun that started his career with these cats on the practice squad. Now that says a lot about “Boom” but nothin’ about Trent. You were the 3rd overall pick comin’ into the league and now you’re sittin’ at my crib today watchin’ the game with me and the fellas? Wheredeydodatat?
When the playoffs started a few weeks ago against the Bengals he was the third team cat behind “Boom” and some dun named Zurlon Tipton! Whatttt? You heard me bruh! That cat is so unknown in Naptown that I had to get him into the club on my strength. I also had to tell him if he was gonna roll with some real G’s that he’s gotta go by “Z.” We can’t call a boy Zurlon bruh, that ain’t happenin’!
Can you imagine Trent callin’ Big Momma and tellin’ her that he’s not only, not playin’ today but he missed the bus like Kris Kross? Trent: “Hey Big Momma!” Big Momma: “Hey Baby, I cooked all this food for everybody to come over and watch the game today. We shole proud of you even though that coach didn’t let you play last week.” Trent: “Uh yeah Big Momma, that’s what I was callin’ about. You didn’t already cook did you?” BM: “Yeah baby, you know I started cookin’ yesterday!” Trent: “Uhhhh, Big Momma not only am I not gonna play today but they left me at the crib.” BM: “Whatttt?!! Let me find my purse and my shoes! Junya, we gotta go to Indianapolis right now!” Trent: “Big Momma don’t come up here with all of that! You gone embarrass me just like you did in Mrs. Johnson’s class when I was in the third grade.” BM: “Boy you can’t tell me what to do! I’m comin’ and don’t let me see that coach. Messin’ wit MY baby!”
Looks like ole Trent is gonna be headin’ to the glue factory with ole dull RGIII. At least RGIII was smart enough to peal Subway’s head back on an endorsement deal before they figured out he was a bust. Trent’s got no personality so all of his bread has come from the NFL and that’s about to dry up to a minimum. Even if somebody signs him next year they won’t throw any type of real bread at him.
Now you can’t tell me that the No.3 overall pick just doesn’t have the ability to play this game bruh. So it’s got to be a lack of work ethic. What a lot of cats don’t realize is that DNA gets you to the league but work ethic keeps you in the league and missin' the mornin' walk through get's you kicked out of the ride like Eddie Kendrick.
I wouldn’t be surprised if Big Momma doesn’t show up in Foxborough today and curse Pagano out right on the sideline for messin’ with her baby! Ya’ll know how women get about their baby’s. You can’t tell them a thing.
But later for that playboy! Its game day so get your wings together and post up and oh yeah, stop me when I start lyin’!
Playas Thesaurus: 1) Dun: the person in question, the guy, dude etc.
2) Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st!: Let me give it to you straight with no chaser.
3) Let me put it where the goats can get it.: I’m puttin’ it on the ground for you, spoon feedin’ you, breakin’ it all the way down for you.
4) Wheredeydodatat?: What kind of sense does that make!
Holla At Ya Boy!
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Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! The Colts gave up a first round draft pick for this cat and from a football standpoint he ain’t worth two dead flies smashed to that backfield. He lost his job to Donald Brown late last season and then regained it this year only to lose the joint in Week 16 to “Boom” Herron. Stop right there bruh!
Let me put it where the goats can get it playa. He lost his job to a dun that started his career with these cats on the practice squad. Now that says a lot about “Boom” but nothin’ about Trent. You were the 3rd overall pick comin’ into the league and now you’re sittin’ at my crib today watchin’ the game with me and the fellas? Wheredeydodatat?
When the playoffs started a few weeks ago against the Bengals he was the third team cat behind “Boom” and some dun named Zurlon Tipton! Whatttt? You heard me bruh! That cat is so unknown in Naptown that I had to get him into the club on my strength. I also had to tell him if he was gonna roll with some real G’s that he’s gotta go by “Z.” We can’t call a boy Zurlon bruh, that ain’t happenin’!
Can you imagine Trent callin’ Big Momma and tellin’ her that he’s not only, not playin’ today but he missed the bus like Kris Kross? Trent: “Hey Big Momma!” Big Momma: “Hey Baby, I cooked all this food for everybody to come over and watch the game today. We shole proud of you even though that coach didn’t let you play last week.” Trent: “Uh yeah Big Momma, that’s what I was callin’ about. You didn’t already cook did you?” BM: “Yeah baby, you know I started cookin’ yesterday!” Trent: “Uhhhh, Big Momma not only am I not gonna play today but they left me at the crib.” BM: “Whatttt?!! Let me find my purse and my shoes! Junya, we gotta go to Indianapolis right now!” Trent: “Big Momma don’t come up here with all of that! You gone embarrass me just like you did in Mrs. Johnson’s class when I was in the third grade.” BM: “Boy you can’t tell me what to do! I’m comin’ and don’t let me see that coach. Messin’ wit MY baby!”
Looks like ole Trent is gonna be headin’ to the glue factory with ole dull RGIII. At least RGIII was smart enough to peal Subway’s head back on an endorsement deal before they figured out he was a bust. Trent’s got no personality so all of his bread has come from the NFL and that’s about to dry up to a minimum. Even if somebody signs him next year they won’t throw any type of real bread at him.
Now you can’t tell me that the No.3 overall pick just doesn’t have the ability to play this game bruh. So it’s got to be a lack of work ethic. What a lot of cats don’t realize is that DNA gets you to the league but work ethic keeps you in the league and missin' the mornin' walk through get's you kicked out of the ride like Eddie Kendrick.
I wouldn’t be surprised if Big Momma doesn’t show up in Foxborough today and curse Pagano out right on the sideline for messin’ with her baby! Ya’ll know how women get about their baby’s. You can’t tell them a thing.
But later for that playboy! Its game day so get your wings together and post up and oh yeah, stop me when I start lyin’!
Playas Thesaurus:
3) Let me put it where the goats can get it.: I’m puttin’ it on the ground for you, spoon feedin’ you, breakin’ it all the way down for you.
4) Wheredeydodatat?: What kind of sense does that make!
Holla At Ya Boy!
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