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Bankrol Hayden - Van Hayden Lyrics

Paroles de la chanson Van Hayden par Bankrol Hayden
(Roy, baby)
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
Big drums in the club like it's Rock Band
On God, I could never shake the opps hand
Off top, that's how I'ma end up in the top 10
Threw away the ghost gun 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 bitch do the drills, Charles Manson
Can't trust none of these bitches 'cause the be lyin' like Pinocchio
Money talk like Tim Duncan, I took a flight to San Antonio
Blacked out tints to white rims that's an Oreo
Never took my foot up the gas, I got more to go

Drink out the bottle, fuck the red cups
Scream, "Murder, murder, murder red rum"
I got a spot for who next up
You did right, look at your son, 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
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
I'd be paranoid, no Black Sabbath
She wanna put me on her lips, no chapstick
Twenty bands stuffed in the mattress, yeah
Twenty-one hoes, no savage, yeah
If we pull up to the crib then it's a party
Then I'm jumping off the table, Jeff Hardy
Shawty wanna eat me up like BeniHibachi
Got her looking at my neck like what it cost me (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Drink out the bottle, fuck the red cups
Scream, "Murder, murder, murder red rum"
I got a spot for who next up
You did right, look at your son, 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
Momma, I'm a rockstar like Van Halen
Momma, I'm a rockstar like Van Halen