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Dirty Vans Yeah, yeah Bang bang, bang Bang, Sosa baby Bang, bang I'ma Glory B-O-A, I get chips like Frito Lay (get back) Told y'all 'bout cracking cards, just step up your B-O-A (step up) 10 thousand dollars that's a month, cut the royalties away Huh huh huh huh I'ma Glory B-O-A, I get chips like Frito Lay (get back) Told y'all 'bout cracking cards, just step up your B-O-A (step up) 10 thousand dollars that's a month, cut the royalties away (cut it up) I get a lot of cheese everyday Dorito's day (Sosa baby) I'ma Glory B-O-A, I get chips like Frito Lay (huh) Told y'all 'bout cracking cards, just step up your B-O-A (step up) 10 thousand dollars that's a month (huh), cut the royalties away (nah) I get a lot of cheese everyday Dorito's day Got the city on fire, got a lot of hoes on me I done been around the world, I met all type of hoes I swear I love all my bitches but they won't get my soul Cause I can't trust a bitch, so I just slut all my hoes Like bitch don't call my phone leave me lone, leave me lone That bitch love me because I'm a pot of gold, pot of gold And how these bitch's stuck on Sosa know, Sosa know I'm a boss, bitch I rep three double O, don't you know I can't trust that she might wanna fuck my mans, yeah my mans I got hella racks and I got hella bands hella bands bands Aus Songtexte Mania