Artist: T.I. f/ Big K.R.I.T. Album: I'm Flexin' (S) Song: I'm Flexin' Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro: T.I.] (Hold it) Yah, it's the King, cuh You know my demo, (Hold it) Maybachs, no limos, homes I'm sacked up too (Hold it) I don't know what dem folk doin I'm flexin though patna', (Hold it) leh'go, K.R.I.T. [Chorus: T.I.] (Big K.R.I.T.) (Hold it, hold it now) I'm flexin shawty (Hold it now) I'm stupid, hoe (Hold it, hold it now) I'm reppin shawty (Hold it now) Bitch, you ain't know? (Hold it, hold it now) I Gucci, patna (Hold it now) I Louis'd down ...Don't do it, patna (Hold it now) or it's goin down [T.I.] Yeah, I wear strap and roll on my Louie's, hoe Akoo be matchin my kicks, bitch Paparazzi everywhere I go Got cameras all in my bih'ness (Haaaaah!) I rep the town, hold it down Cruise all around in my old school My speakers loud and my reefer too I ain't speakin, bitch, do you I know you? Feds want me back behind that wall It's the only place that I cain't go I'm focused dawg, I ain't wit' that fuck shit Thank it's sweet, but it ain’t though 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 [Chorus] [T.I.] I rep the west of that A like this Zone 1, I'm talkin bout Bankhead (Bankheaaaaad~!) Still in the trap like a goddamn brick 'cause I love the hood, the king ain't dead My +Hustle Grand+, my money long My spot on top, but y'all want that My position vacant, my crown await And my throne is empty, I own that Folks to Kirkwood and Ben Hill too Summerhill to Pittsburgh and all that Real goons will ride with me to Timbuktu I ain't Gucci dude, but you called that Marietta, East Point to Ol' Nat' area (I see you) Riverdale to Center Hill all day Decatur to Simpson Road, Zone 4, 4th Ward (A-Town stand up, homes!) Niggaz fuck with me always [Chorus] [T.I.] Them so-called dopeboys ain't sold enough OGs' ain't old enough Emcees ain't dope enough I still split yo' coconut You so-so, I'm like that (what?) Tight work bounce right back (What?!) Make room for your bitch, dawg Nigga, gon' get off my sack That loud pack I blow big Always stunt so big PLEASE don't get it wrong homie or them Gs gon bust your wig The A is mine, no questions asked The king home, bitch, the best is back My swag is turnt just like my sack I'm flexin shawty, who's stoppin THAT? [Chorus 2X] [Outro: T.I.] Okay mayne, you don't see what's in yo' face, big dawg? Yeah man, big banks no whammys, dawg you understand that? Yo, 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? Rubberbands on deck, that's why, homes Yeah, 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~!