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NFL (feat. Gudda Gudda & Hoodybaby)

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NFL (feat. Gudda Gudda & Hoodybaby)

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Yeah, back to the squad days

Sittin' on the corner of benson (whoo, whoo)

Yeah, let's take it back to the squad days (yeah)

Sittin' on the corner of benson (benson)

Smoke kickin' herb with my henchman (henchman)

He tryna play games and we benched him (blagh, blagh)

Scramble your egg with a biscuit (blagh, blagh)

Pay me, don't pay me attention (yeah)

I was 16, did I mention? (yeah)

Trans am was yellow like simpson (yo)

Make the tires spin like a helicopter (skrrt)

Stick sound like it's a helicopter (blagh, blagh)

Gеt a room at the laquinta inn (yeah)

Ball hard with no timeout (ha)

Now I'ma show you what thе grind 'bout (juh)

Wavy baby, I don't wipe off (yeah)

All-star, I don't try out (juh)

Make the play, I don't strike out (whoo)

Let me tell you something you don't know about (whoo)

Me and fee rode to houston (fee)

Came back with some jewelry (juh)

And more green than a grower house (whoo)

Pull up, meet me at the ihop (juh)

Hell, yeah, (whoo) why not? (juh)

Work stashed in a tight spot (juh)

That's how I ball like cyclops (whoo, whoo)

I think I play in the nfl (baow)

And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (yeah)

Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (whoo, whoo, whoo)

I think I play in the nfl (baow)

And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (yeah)

Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (whoo, whoo, whoo)

I think I play in the nfl

I think I play in the nfl (baow)

I think I play in the nfl (yeah)

Take it back, sq days

Mrs. Sharon house, lex coupe days

Had red beams for blue rays

Had lotta green for a few greys

Big heads before blue heads

Had loose cannons, no loose threads

Always sharp as number-2 lead

Number one when it come to new meds

Tattoo tears, few shed

Had closed ears for the who said

Extra, extra, read all about it

Her legs spread, then the news spread

Got some goons up in shrewsbury

Turn a grape head to a prune head

A snake head to a wound head

Some snake heads be two-headed

Got two guns for that type of shit

Ballin' like we at the super bowl

Scorin' touchdowns and just spike this shit

You know the other team, they don't like this shit

Tell 'em kick it off, nigga, here's the tip

Party 'cause we win it every year

Players can't respect better players

Ballin' like we in the nfl

I think I play in the nfl (baow)

And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (yeah)

Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (whoo, whoo, whoo)

I think I play in the nfl (baow)

And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (yeah)

Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (whoo, whoo, whoo)

I think I play in the nfl

I think I play in the nfl (baow)

I think I play in the nfl (yeah)

I started off with a old colt girl

Link up 'cause you so dope

Doughboy 'cause I sold dough

No suit, just a gold robe (hello)

Nigga, who am I? Am I who?

All I know, nigga, I ain't you

I just do what I came to do

Don't follow me, just follow through

My main bitch tried to tie the knot

My side bitch a ringer too

I can teach you a thing or two

My full circle drug, ring a fool

It go left, left, pass (ayy)

Automatic cash (ayy)

Big booty bitch (ayy)

Girl, I'm on your ass (ayy)

All my bitches poppin', we pop up and pop a tag (ayy)

Call me hoodybaby, I'm the nigga with the bag

You got some junk in your trunk

Bitch, I'm takin' out the trash

Brrr, hello?

I think I play in the nfl (baow)

And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (yeah)

Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (whoo, whoo, whoo)

I think I play in the nfl (baow)

And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well (yeah)

Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell (whoo, whoo, whoo)

I think I play in the nfl

I think I play in the nfl (baow)

I think I play in the nfl (yeah)

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