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[T.I.]

Yeah, it’s the King, cuh

You know my demo, Maybach, no limo, homes

I’m sacked up, too

I don’t know what them folk doin’

I’m flexin’, tho’, patna

There it go, K.R.I.T.!

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

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty

(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe

(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty

(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know?

(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna

(Hold it now) I Louis down

Don’t do it, patna

(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo 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 ain’t

speakin’, bitch, do I know you?

Feds want me back behind that wall, that’s the

only place that I can’t go

I’m focused, dog, and I ain’t wit’ that f-ck

shit, think it sweet but it ain’t, doe

I’m tried and true when I’m ridin’ through, I

ain’t hidin’, they can just hate me

My top is down and my pockets fat and my

diamonds clearer than HD

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty

(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe

(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty

(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know?

(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna

(Hold it now) I Louis down

Don’t do it, patna

(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down

I rep the west of that A like this,

don’t wanna talk about Bankhead

Still in the trap like a gotdamn brick,

’cause I love the hood, the King ain’t 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,

some’ll head to Pittsburgh and all that

Real goons’ll ride wit’ me to Timbuktu,

I ain’t 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) I’m flexin’, shawty

(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe

(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty

(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know?

(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna

(Hold it now) I Louis down

Don’t do it, patna

(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down

[Big K.R.I.T.]

Them so-called dope boys ain’t sold enough

OGs ain’t old enough

MCs ain’t dope enough

I’ll still split yo’ coconut

You So So, I’m like dat

Tight work, bounce right back

Make room for yo’ bitc’, dog

Nigga, go’n get off my sack

That loud pack, I blow big

Always stunt so big

Please don’t 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

I’m flexin’, shawty, who stoppin’ that?

[Hook x2]

[T.I]

Okay, man, you don’t see what’s in yo’ face,

big dog?

Yeah, man, big banks, no whammies, dog, you

understand that?

Yeah, doin’ real, I’m talkin’ ’bout real

proper, patna?

You understand that? I got that sack, bruh!

Prison ain’t changed shit, homeboy

You understand that?

Rubber bands on deck, guess why, homes?

Big K.R.I.T., let’s do this shit one time, man

A-Town to M-Town, patna, it goin’ down

Mississippi stand up

T.I. и Big K.R.I.T. - I'm Flexin – текст


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