T.I. – I’m Flexin’ Remix Lyrics Feat. Rick Ross & Twista

[Chorus]
(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) b***h, 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

[Rick ROss]
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[Chorus]
(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) b***h, 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

[Twista]
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[Chorus]
(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) b***h, 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

[T.I.]
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, b***h, 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 n***a f-ck wit’ me always

[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
n***a, 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, b***h, the best is back
My swagga turned ‘em just like my sack
I’m flexin’, shawty, who stoppin’ that?

[Chorus]
(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) b***h, 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

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) b***h, 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

[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 s**t, homeboy
You understand that?
Rubber bands on deck, guess why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., let’s do this s**t one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it goin’ down
Mississippi stand up