Boss Man

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Pablo Skywalkin] I'm the boss man The one that call all the shots Since 11, [?] parking lots So many [?] filled the parking spots At the same time, I got my name, Mr. Flex A Lot With the Pradas, double strapped, but I flex a knot [?] hoes wonder what I got Fuck a bitch, I'd rather grind and go to the top Wn't ever stop, hit [?] if I flop [?] hell yeah, we got [?] Name another nigga that's my age that do what I do Can hit the mall any day and pick out any shoe I love Prada, I love Gucci, bitch, and I love Jimmy Chews [?] I'm sorry I offended you I know [?] bitches, what that pistol do? I sware [?] blow a kiss at you This a 30 clip, bitch, I sware I won't miss [?] [Chorus: Pablo Skywalkin] I'm the boss man I'm the boss man Can hit the mall, and I don't care what it's costing I'm the boss man I'm the boss man I love flexin, flossin [?] I'm the boss man I'm the boss man Can hit the mall, and I don't care what it's costing I'm the boss man I'm the boss man I love flexin, flossin [?] [Verse 2: Pablo Skywalkin] I'm the boss man [?] I fuck bitches [?] Just hit the lotto But I got bands on me Got some shooters, can't no nigga put his hands on me Rubber bands on me [?] on me Robin jeans on me, bitch, I got the wings on me And that thing on me And it sing on me When that bitch [?] it sound like Rich Homie Lotta bands on me I'm a [?] I'm a real nigga, and your whole clique funny Feel like a big homie And this big Roley 24 bands on me, bitch, I think I'm Kobe [?] belt, [?] shirt I'm a boss man, bitch, this how fashion work Match the foreign whip [?] Oh my god, Pablo made it hurricane [Chorus: Pablo Skywalkin] I'm the boss man I'm the boss man Can hit the mall, and I don't care what it's costing I'm the boss man I'm the boss man I love flexin, flossin [?] I'm the boss man I'm the boss man Can hit the mall, and I don't care what it's costing I'm the boss man I'm the boss man I love flexin, flossin [?] [Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni] Boss man, boss man Watch what the frost [?] Put a hand on me, end up in the coffin I'd rather show a nigga how I ain't heavy with the talking Started with a sack, now I'm round this bitch balling Fronted him a pack, and told him answer when I call him Told the hood, if that nigga run, somebody off him Been balling since big clones was in If rap slow up, get back to selling O's again My Roley sufficating, I had to let the Presi breathe You can still see it gleem, [?] bairley sleep These rap niggas bitches, need to have a belly [?] Never seen a tripple beam, they just hop from team to team I'm hopping out of Benzes, Rovers and Coupes Either with a bad bitch, or a soldier that shoot Had your bitch at my sweet, just 'cause I told her she cute But she a lame bitch, don't nobody know her but you Nigga [Chorus: Pablo Skywalkin] I'm the boss man I'm the boss man Can hit the mall, and I don't care what it's costing I'm the boss man I'm the boss man I love flexin, flossin [?] I'm the boss man I'm the boss man Can hit the mall, and I don't care what it's costing I'm the boss man I'm the boss man I love flexin, flossin [?]