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
f*ck a b*tch, I'd rather grind and go to the top
Wn't ever stop, hit [?] if I flop
[?] hell yeah, we got [?]
Name another n*gga 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, b*tch, and I love Jimmy Chews
[?] I'm sorry I offended you
I know [?] b*tches, what that pistol do?
I sware [?] blow a kiss at you
This a 30 clip, b*tch, 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 f*ck b*tches
[?]
Just hit the lotto
But I got bands on me
Got some shooters, can't no n*gga put his hands on me
Rubber bands on me
[?] on me
Robin jeans on me, b*tch, I got the wings on me
And that thing on me
And it sing on me
When that b*tch [?] it sound like Rich Homie
Lotta bands on me
I'm a [?]
I'm a real n*gga, and your whole clique funny
Feel like a big homie
And this big Roley
24 bands on me, b*tch, I think I'm Kobe
[?] belt, [?] shirt
I'm a boss man, b*tch, 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 n*gga how I ain't heavy with the talking
Started with a sack, now I'm round this b*tch balling
Fronted him a pack, and told him answer when I call him
Told the hood, if that n*gga 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 n*ggas b*tches, 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 b*tch, or a soldier that shoot
Had your b*tch at my sweet, just 'cause I told her she cute
But she a lame b*tch, don't nobody know her but you
n*gga
[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 [?]