Lil Wayne – NFL (feat. Gudda Gudda & Hoodybaby) Lyrics

NFL

Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda & Hoodybaby)

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"NFL." - Lil Wayne (feat. Gudda Gudda & Hoodybaby)

Monday, 26 October 2026, 07:54 am

Album: NFL (feat. Gudda Gudda & Hoodybaby) - Single

Track No: 01

Yeah, back to the squad days
Sittin' on the corner of Benson
Yeah, let's take it back to the squad days
Sittin' on the corner of Benson
Smoke kickin' with my henchmen
Tryin' to play games and we benched him
Scramble your egg with a biscuit
Pay me, don't pay me attention
I was 16, did I mention?
Trans Am was yellow like Simpson
Make the towel spin like a helicopter
Sticks out like it's a helicopter
Get a room at the LaQuinta Inn
Ball hard with no time object
Now I'ma show you what the grind 'bout
Wavy baby, I don't wipe off
All-star, I don't try out
Make the play, I don't strike out
Let me tell you something you don't know about
Me and Fee rode to Houston
Came back with some jewelry
And mowed green in the grow house
Pull up, meet me at the IHOP
Hell, yeah, ****, why not?
Work stashed in the tight spots
That's how I ball like Cyclops
I think I play in the NFL
And you droppin' down like a wishing well
Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell
I think I play in the NFL
And you droppin' down like a wishing well
Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell
I think I play in the NFL
I think I play in the NFL
I think I play in the NFL
Take it back, that's cute days
In the Sharon house, nice coupe days
Had red beams for blue rays
Had a lot of green for a few graze
Big asking for 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
Scored a touchdown and just spiked this shit
You know the other team, they don't like this shit
Tell 'em kick it off, ****, 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
And you droppin' down like a wishing well
Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell
I think I play in the NFL
And you droppin' down like a wishing well
Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell
I think I play in the NFL
I think I play in the NFL
I think I play in the NFL
I'll start it off with a old Colt girl
Link up 'cause you so dope
Doughboy 'cause I sold dough
No suit, just a gold robe
****, who am I? Am I who?
All I know, ****, I ain't you
I just do what I came to do
Don't follow me, just follow through
My main bitch tryna 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
Automatic cash
Big booty bitch
Girl, I'm on your ass
All my bitches poppin'
We pop up and pop a tab
Call me Hoodybaby, I'm the **** with the bag
You got some junk in your trunk
Bitch, I'm takin' out the trash
Hello?
I think I play in the NFL
And you droppin' down like a wishing well
Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell
I think I play in the NFL
And you droppin' down like a wishing well
Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell
I think I play in the NFL
I think I play in the NFL
I think I play in the NFL

Writer(s): Lil Wayne, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Ramon Ibanga Jr, Jermaine Preyan, Omololu Akinlou & Carl Lilly.

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