Rick Ross goes in on TI's song "I'm Flexin". Click "show more" for the LYRICS. Enjoy..

[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) 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

[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) 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


[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) 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

[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, 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



[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) 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

(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

[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

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