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bankrol hayden - van hayden lyrics

[intro]
(roy, baby)

[chorus]
momma, i’m a rockstar like van halen
smokin’ on gary payton
i ain’t gon’ ventilate it, see y’all gon’ ball
but y’all ain’t gon’ ball like hayden
chains like spaghetti and baguettes, yeah
my brothers like ed, edd, and eddy, yeah
hollywood hoes so petty
y’all way too friendly, yeah
momma, i’m a rockstar like van halen
smokin’ on gary payton
i ain’t gon’ ventilate it, see y’all gon’ ball
but y’all ain’t gon’ ball like hayden
chains like spaghetti and baguettes, yeah
my brothers like ed, edd, and eddy, yeah
hollywood hoes so petty
y’all way too friendly, yeah
[verse 1]
b+tch, i was in the club like a rock band
on god, i can never shake the opps hand
on top, somewhere end up in the top 10
threw away the ghost [?] when the glock jammed
bros cookin’ in the pot, gordon ramsay
she was playin’ with her nose in the mansion
shawty always wildin’ out like nick cannon
met a b+tch do the drills, charles manson
can’t trust none of these b+tches ’cause the be lyin’ like pinocchio
money talk, [?] and i took a flight to san antonio
black top tints with white rims, that’s a oreo
never took my foot up the gas, i got more to go

[pre+chorus]
drink out the bottle, f+ck the red cups
scream murder, murder, murder red rum
i got a spotlight for who we next up
you didn’t ride, look at your son, yeah

[chorus]
momma, i’m a rockstar like van halen
smokin’ on gary payton
i ain’t gon’ ventilate it, see y’all gon’ ball
but y’all ain’t gon’ ball like hayden
chains like spaghetti and baguettes, yeah
my brothers like ed, edd, and eddy, yeah
hollywood hoes so petty
y’all way too friendly, yeah
momma, i’m a rockstar like van halen
smokin’ on gary payton
i ain’t gon’ ventilate it, see y’all gon’ ball
but y’all ain’t gon’ ball like hayden
chains like spaghetti and baguettes, yeah
my brothers like ed, edd, and eddy, yeah
hollywood hoes so petty
y’all way too friendly, yeah
[verse 2]
i’ve been paranoid, no backstabbin’
she wanna put me on her lips, no chopstick
twenty bands stuffed in the mattress,yeah
twenty+one hoes, no one savage, yeah
if we go into the crib then it’s a party
then i’m jumpin’ off the table, jeff hardy
shawty wanna eat me up like beni hibachi
got her lookin’ at my nail like, what it cost me (yeah+yeah, yeah+yeah)

[pre+chorus]
drink out the bottle, f+ck the red cups
scream murder, murder, murder red rum
i got a spotlight for who we next up
you didn’t ride, look at your son, yeah

- bankrol hayden lyrics

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