Yeah them jawns fought

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I was the marsupial climbing in the locker room for a potential pouch rub celebration of the winning team. The jawn that got trips went up to the tripper saying all types of bytches. The white jawn head rocking back and forth like some "whatever bytch" shyt. The voices got elevated like Dolby Atmos, and hands were laid. The jawns stop them precious bytches from hurting each other especially the one that was on the floor. Bad knee and etc, what can ya do
I tried dropping on the lap of some light skin jawn, but the refs came in...so I had to go back up the vent like John McClaine
But yeah them bytches fought. No Cap!