Chords for T.I. - I'm Flexin ft. BIG K.R.I.T [Official Video]

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Yeah, this the King Kong, you know my demo, Maybach's no limo, home.
I'm sacked up too, I don't know [Abm] what them folk doin', I'm flexin' though, partner.
Let go, Crip!
Hey!
I'm a 49 bitch, I'm shoutin', I'm stupid, hoe.
I'm a 49, I'm ready for [Ebm] shoutin', bitch, you ain't know.
[Ab] I'm a 49, I'll boot your pants, I know.
I'm a 49, I love to die, don't [Ebm] do it, I know.
I'm a 49, I'm stupid, hoe.
I'm Westside bro, my Louis hoe, the coupe be matchin' my kicks, bitch.
Pop a ride to everywhere I go, got cameras all in my B and N.
I rep town, hold it down, crews all around in my old school.
My speaker loud and my reaper 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, dawg, and I ain't with that fuck shit, thanks, sweet, but it ain't though.
I'm pride true when I'm ridin' through, I ain't hidein', they can just [Abm] hate me.
My top is down and my pockets fat and my [Ebm] dime's clearer than HD.
I'm a 49 bitch, I'm shoutin', I'm stupid, hoe.
I'm a 49, I'm ready for shoutin', bitch, you ain't know.
I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49.
Don't pull it, I know, I'm just goin' down.
I rep the west of that A like this, don't wanna talk about bank heads.
Still in the trap like a goddamn brick, cause I love the hood, the king ain't dead.
My husband grand, my money long, my spot on top, that I won't get.
My position vacant, my crown a-waving, my throne exempted, I own that.
I'm focused, Kirkwood, the big hill too, some of the hill to Pittsburgh and all that.
Real goons a-ridin' with me, the pen book too, I ain't Gucci, dude, but you call that.
Remember the other east point, the old Nat area, but they at the center here [Abm] all day.
K to the six, Rose on four, four, boy, nigga, [Ebm] fuck with me all day.
I'm a 49, I'm blessed and shoutin', I'm stupid, I'm a 49, I'm ready for shoutin', bitch, you ain't know.
I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49.
Don't pull it, I know, I'm just goin' down.
We so proud, those boys ain't sold enough, OG's ain't old enough, MC's ain't dope enough.
I still split your coconut, you so-so, I'm like that.
Kite work, bounce right back, leave room for your bitch, dog, nigga, go get all my sack.
That loud pack, I blow big, always stunt so big.
Please don't get wrong, homie, other Gs gon' bust your weed.
The A is mine, no questions asked, the king home, bitch, the guest [Eb] back.
My swag is turnt up just like my sack, I'm blessed and [Ebm] shoutin', bitch, stop and head.
I'm a 49, I'm blessed and shoutin', I'm stupid, I'm a 49, I'm ready for shoutin', bitch, you ain't know.
I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, [Ab] I'm a 49, [Ebm] I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49.
I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49, I'm a 49.
_ Okay, man, you don't [F] see what's in your face, big dog.
Yeah, man, big banks no enders, dog, you understand that?
[Ab] Yeah, doing real, I'm talking about real proper, partner.
You understand that?
I [Ebm] got that sack, bro.
Prisoner ain't change shit, homeboy.
You understand that?
Rubber bands on dick is why, home.
Yeah, get crippled, I do this shit one time, man
8-town to M-town, pop me goin' down
Miss Stimpy, stand up!
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