Flexin' Lyrics

[T.I.]
Yeah, its the King, cuh
You know my demo, Maybach, no limo, homes
Im sacked up, too
I dont know what them folk doin
Im flexin, tho, patna
There it go, K.R.I.T.!

(Big K.R.I.T.) T.I.

(Hold it now) Im flexin, shawty
(Hold it now) Im stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) Im reppin, shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch, you aint know?

(Hold it now) Im Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Dont do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or its goin down

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, a cubie matchin my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi everywhere I go, I got cameras all in my bidne
I rep the town, hold it down, cruise all around in my old school
My speaker loud and my reefer, too, I aint speakin, bitch, do I know you?
Feds want me back behind that wall, thats the only place that I cant go
Im focused, dog, and I aint wit that f-ck shit, think it sweet but it aint, doe
Im tried and true when Im ridin through, I aint hidin, they can just hate me
My top is down and my pockets fat and my diamonds clearer than HD

(Hold it now) Im flexin, shawty
(Hold it now) Im stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) Im reppin, shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch, you aint know?

(Hold it now) Im Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Dont do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or its goin down

I rep the west of that A like this, dont wanna talk about Bankhead
Still in the trap like a gotdamn brick, cause I love the hood, the King aint dead
My hustle grand, my money long, my spot on top, bitch, I want that
My position vacant, my crown await me, my throne is empty, I own that
Folk in Kirkland, with a big hill, too, somell head to Pittsburgh and all that
Real goonsll ride wit me to Timbuktu, I aint Gucci, dude, what you call that?
Mail the yell to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Sandal Hill all day
Decatur to Simpson-Rose, on 4-4, Hort nigga f-ck wit me always

(Hold it now) Im flexin, shawty
(Hold it now) Im stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) Im reppin, shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch, you aint know?

(Hold it now) Im Gucci, patna


(Hold it now) I Louis down
Dont do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or its goin down

[Big K.R.I.T.]
Them so-called dope boys aint sold enough
OGs aint old enough
MCs aint dope enough
Ill still split yo coconut
You So So, Im like dat
Tight work, bounce right back
Make room for yo bitc, dog
Nigga, gon get off my sack
That loud pack, I blow big
Always stunt so big
Please dont get wrong, homie
Or them Gs gon bust yo wig
The A is mine, no questions asked
The King is home, bitch, the best is back
My swagga turned em just like my sack
Im flexin, shawty, who stoppin that?

(Hold it now) Im flexin, shawty
(Hold it now) Im stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) Im reppin, shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch, you aint know?

(Hold it now) Im Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Dont do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or its goin down

(Hold it now) Im flexin, shawty
(Hold it now) Im stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) Im reppin, shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch, you aint know?

(Hold it now) Im Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Dont do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or its goin down

[T.I]
Okay, man, you dont see whats in yo face, big dog?
Yeah, man, big banks, no whammies, dog, you understand that?
Yeah, doin real, Im talkin bout real proper, patna?
You understand that? I got that sack, bruh!
Prison aint changed shit, homeboy
You understand that?
Rubber bands on deck, guess why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., lets do this shit one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it goin down
Mississippi stand up


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