Big K.R.I.T. feat. Ludacris - What U Mean

What u mean you ain’t nasty?

Why the fuck you came, why the fuck you came?

Why, why, why the fuck you came?

Don’t you see the grill, candy on this frame

What u mean you ain’t nasty?

Why the fuck you came

Don’t be pushing on my buttons

Wait a minute motherfucker

Bout time niggas see the real

Old school car with the grill

Gaining those valee can’t help you bout a top bill low

It ain’t shit I can do about it

White clean, everyday’s a holiday

Getting paid, everyday’s a balling

You ain’t seen the pimping till you see me on the corner

Last time your bitch hold me but I ain’t want

Get money motherfuck, fame

Tryna break a hole and make change

If you knew me from the …then you knew that I was tipping

You’s a motherfucking lie, if I ain’t dripping Mississippi

What you know about it?

…steel cold on, my …came with a fold on it

So if you riding and you down for the smash

So what you mean, what you mean, what you mean

What u mean you ain’t nasty?

Why the fuck you came, why the fuck you came?

Why, why, why the fuck you came?

Don’t you see the grill, candy on this frame

What u mean you ain’t nasty?

Why the fuck you came

Don’t be pushing on my buttons

Wait a minute motherfucker

Don’t you wanna rest off in this glass house?

If I let you ride sit that ass out

Don’t play me like no trick that shit’s so overrated

All this super basing…got you motivated

Haters screaming favors never stop me

So the motherfuckers never block me

Popping trunk, dropping top as I grip the basis

If you don’t know what grip me by now…then bitch you…

Pimping is the… I kick it like a kumate

Working … on the field like it’s 2 a day, 3 a day, 4 a day

Any day, a pro say

Shake it for a player, let me see it

If you looking for a southern country…let me be

Cause say you riding and you down for the smash

So what you mean, what you mean, what you mean

What u mean you ain’t nasty?

Why the fuck you came, why the fuck you came?

Why, why, why the fuck you came?

Don’t you see the grill, candy on the frame

What u mean you ain’t nasty?

Why the fuck you came

Don’t be pushing on my buttons

Wait a minute motherfucker

I knew a bitch named Mandy, she was a pink toe

She had a …so I asked her cause she deep though

She said she never done it, she said she never tried

She sitting there telling up motherfucking lies

I said baby don’t worry just get down on your knees

Cause the warm head will turn me up a couple degrees

So just throw your lips around this anaconda and squeeze

And you’ll keep a nigga harder than some government cheese

I say y’all women are freaks, they just need an excuse

Pretending they all tight when these bitches is loose

That’s why I stay strapped up when I’m knocking the boots

And love that military pussy, I just need some recruits

Salute the pimp, yeah it’s luda pimp

Bad bitches join my team, ugly hoes…

After midnight, don’t play no motherfucking games

Cause if you do, all you gonna hear me saying

What u mean you ain’t nasty?

Why the fuck you came, why the fuck you came?

Why, why, why the fuck you came?

Don’t you see the grill, candy on the frame

What u mean you ain’t nasty?

Why the fuck you came

Don’t be pushing on my buttons

Wait a minute motherfucker.

T.I. Feat. BIG K.R.I.T. - I'm Flexin

T.I. estrena junto con  BIG K.R.I.T en Youtube el videoclip de su nuevo single "I'm Flexin". Aquí les dejamos con la portada, el video y la letra de la canción. Esperamos que lo disfrutéis y que opinéis sobre él.

[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