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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
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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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