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Champions (Remix) Lyrics - Artist : Stalley
[Quavo:]
(Quavo!) Lifestyle on camera Hundred thousand dollar chandelier They tried to turn me to an animal But white people think I'm radical Supermodels think I'm handsome You might think I'm too aggressive But really I think I'm too passive 'Till I pull out the chopper, start blastin' [Travis Scott:] 1500, all in singles (Straight up) Throw it up, watch it fall and drop Round and round they go Round and round they go [Stalley:] Don't think you know what this means for us Thank you 'Bron for bringing the ring to us City on the map now Tell them haters back down After 52, crown back now Down 3 when we did it I'm yelling Cleveland, we did it Got the C on my fitted I'm talking shirt off, talking shirt off [?] All in to a 6 Got a ring to match the wrist Pop the cork on the Crys Celebrate championship Riding down west 6 Headed room in the Benz Put all the rumours to the wind We are now champions Heard a lot of people counting us out Good thing we got believe-land Sorry, but not sorry Steph At least there's next season Was there for MJ shot I was there from the start Now Kyrie took the shot The race to pay for my heart For history, we set the bar We put the whole world in awe Caveliers, yup Golden State, nah LeBron James, yeah Draymond, hell naw [Kanye West:] Pray for me I'm about to hit the Ye button I don't wanna say nothin' wrong But it'd be wrong if I ain't say nothin' Imagine if I ain't say somethin' Wouldn't none these niggas say nothin' I done lost and made money Now I'm makin' somethin' they can't take from me And I'm fresh out of debt in this mothafucka! And they still ain't ready yet for a mothafucka! Yeezy might have to go and put his Louis on I'm 'bout to go Gucci in the Gucci store [Gucci Mane:] Fresh out the feds in this mothafucka And they still ain't ready yet for a mothafucka Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on Now that Gucci's home, it's over for you Gucci clones [Travis Scott:] 1500, all in singles (Straight up) Throw it up, watch it fall and drop Round and round they go Round and round they go Champions, we run the city Number one, they fallin' from the top Round and round they go Round and round they go [Big Sean:] Look, I say a prayer for my enemies They cannot slow down what's meant for me Funny how they come around like I can't see through their secret identities Lately it's all about Zen and me Subtractin' the negative energy Fuck with the family, turn your ass to a memory My niggas keep it a century I blow the check up, nigga, detonation Kill 'em one by one, Final Destination Time my destination I got guardian angels all around a nigga, that's deflecting Satan I'm a mothafuckin' champion This right here the fuckin' anthem I can't dap you without hand san' I don't know where your dirty ass hands been I wake up to like a hundred texts Championship team, but we can't cut the net She all off in my jersey lookin' underdressed I'm finna buy this bitch a Honda CRX With 1500 [Travis Scott |
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