Van Hayden
Bankrol Hayden
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Mama, 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 Mama, 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 ten 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, f*ck 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 Mama, 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 Mama, 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, f*ck 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 Mama, 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 Mama, I'm a rockstar like Van Halen Mama, I'm a rockstar like Van Halen
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Written by: Adriano Allahverdi, Alexander Izquierdo, Blaise Railey, Hayden Inacio, Rosario Peter Lenzo Iv
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