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Champions Lyrics By Kanye West Gucci Mane Big Sean 2 Chainz Travi Scott Yo Gotti Quavo Desiigner

    quavo
    quavo
    lifestyle on camera camera
    hundred thousand dollar chandelier chandelier
    they tried to turn me to an animal animal
    but white people think i’m radical radical
    supermodels think i’m handsome handsome
    you might think i’m too aggressive aggressive
    but really i think i’m too passive hey
    ’til i pull out the chopper start blastin’ bow

    travis scott
    500 all in singles straight up
    throw it up watch it fall and drop
    ’round and ’round they go
    ’round and ’round they go

    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 muhfucka
    and they still ain’t ready yet for a muhfucka
    yeezy might have to go and put his louis on
    i’m ’bout to go gucci in the gucci store

    gucci mane
    it’s gucci
    fresh out the feds in this mothafucka hah
    and they still ain’t ready yet for a mothafucka no
    gucci mane and i’m ’bout to put my yeezys on huh
    now that gucci home it’s over for you gucci clones

    travis scott
    500 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 straight up

    4 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 they secret identities
    lately it’s all about zen in 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
    top my destination
    i got guardian angels all around a nigga that’s deflectin’ 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

    travis scott desiigner
    500 all in singles straight up
    throw it up watch it fall and drop
    ’round and ’round they go
    ’round and ’round it go ’round and ’round it go
    ’round and ’round they go
    i’d rather be strapped and ride with a pole
    than to get down in a hole

    5 chainz
    i took a nap in the pulpit
    i never like how a suit fit
    i got a pocket full of money
    it got me walkin’ all slewfoot
    i’m on my wave like a cruise ship
    in that ho mouth like a toothpick
    anyone get in my way
    nothin’ to say i tote ’em choppas like pool sticks
    i wear pajamas to ruth’s chris
    couldn’t walk a mile in my new kicks
    i’m comin’ from the apartments
    we never had our damn pool fixed
    walk in the mall with my new bitch
    tell her to get the whole rack
    my new bitch gon’ pull me a new bitch
    then pull me a new bitch
    see that is a snowball effect
    i got gold on my neck
    lookin’ like a super bowl on my neck
    i got a mansion full of marble floors
    it look like i could go bowl in this bitch
    versace logos on bowls in this bitch
    like i’m a serial killer
    i put the real in gorilla
    i did this shit for my niggas

    travis scott desiigner
    500 all in singles straight up
    throw it up watch it fall and drop
    ’round and ’round they go
    ’round and ’round it go ’round and ’round it go
    ’round and ’round they go
    i’d rather be strapped and ride with a pole
    than to get down in a hole
    champions we run the city
    number one they fallin’ from the top
    ’round and ’round they go
    ’round and ’round it go ’round and ’round it go
    ’round and ’round they go
    i’d rather be strapped and ride with a pole
    than to get down in a hole

    6 yo gotti
    i’m yo gotti
    reach for my chain is suicide
    the car i drive fit two inside
    they mad at ye ’cause he all in the neighborhood
    but he let them goons inside
    let’s fuck up the neighborhood
    let’s fuck up the neighborhood
    buy every house in this bitch
    you know that the money good
    my wrist in the kitchen go ’round and ’round
    play with the kid i’ma gun you down
    the roof on that wraith in the lost and found
    official trap shit let me slow it down
    way more shit than a pamper
    all we rock is bandanas
    whips so nasty no manners
    i just got head in a phantom

    7 gucci mane
    she say she don’t want a chump baby want a champ
    she say money make her cum gucci make her damp gucci
    07’s the squad gucci mane’s the stamp
    and he don’t never sleep he’s a fuckin’ vamp
    i heard your bitch ride on the bus you don’t give a damn
    my bitch drive a lamb’ you should call her ma’am
    i love my auntie jane but fuck uncle sam
    i’m a walkin’ money machine check my instagram
    niggas never test the kid so i don’t have to cram
    my city treat me like a king i should wear a crown
    and i don’t really fuck around
    i gave my bitch two mil’ ’cause she stuck around

    travis scott desiigner
    500 all in singles straight up
    throw it up watch it fall and drop
    ’round and ’round they go
    ’round and ’round it go ’round and ’round it go
    ’round and ’round they go
    i’d rather be strapped and ride with a pole
    than to get down in a hole
    champions we run the city
    number one they fallin’ from the top
    ’round and ’round they go
    ’round and ’round it go
    ’round and ’round they go
    i’d rather be strapped and ride with a pole
    than to get down in a hole

    Artist: Kanye West Gucci Mane Big Sean 2 Chainz Travi Scott Yo Gotti Quavo Desiigner

    Year: 2016

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 619