boss man - pablo skywalkin 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
[?] h*ll 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 n0body 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 [?]
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