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kanye west - champions lyrics

[opening verse – 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
really i think i’m too p-ssive
til 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!)

[kanye west]
(pray for me)
i’m about to hit the ye b-tton
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’
wasn’t nothin’, you could say nothin’
i done lost and made money
now i’m makin’ somethin’ they can’t take from me
now i’m fresh out of debt in this mothaf–ka!
and they still ain’t ready yet for a mothaf–ka!
yeezy might have to go put his louis on
i’m ’bout to go gucci in the gucci store…

[gucci mane]
fresh out the pen in this mothaf–ka
and they still ain’t ready yet for a mothaf–ka
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 ident-ties
lately it’s all about zen and me
subtractin’ the negative energy
with the family, turn your -ss to a memory
i’m with the team of the century
i blow the check up, detonation
kill ’em one by one, final destination
time my destination
i got guardian angels all around a n-gg-, that’s the flexin’ single
i’m a mothaf–kin’ champion
this right here the f–kin’ anthem
i can’t dap you without hand san’
i don’t know where your dirty -ss 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 b-tch a honda crx
with 1500…

[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
really i think i’m too p-ssive
til i pull out the chopper, start blastin’

[2 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 slew-foot
i’m on my wave like a cruise ship
in that hoe’s mouth like a toothpick
anyone get in my way
nothin’ to say, i tote them choppas like pool sticks
i wear pajamas to ruth’s chris
couldn’t walk a mile in my new kicks
i come and find your apartments
we never had our d-mn pool fixed
walk in the mall with my new b-tch
tell that b-tch get the whole rack
my new b-tch gon’ pull me a new b-tch
then pull me a new b-tch
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 a super bowl in this b-tch
[?] in this b-tch
like i’m a serial killer
i put the real in gorilla
i did this sh-t for my n-gg-s

[travis scott + desiigner]
1500, all in singles (straight up!)
throw it up, watch it fall and drop
round and round they go
round and round they go, round and round they go
round and round they go
ridin’, be slimin’ and ride with the woes
that n-gg- die in a hole
champions, we run the city
number one, they fallin’ from the top
round and round they go
round and round they go, round and round they go
round and round they go
ridin’, be slimin’ and ride with the woes
that n-gg- die in a hole

[yo gotti]
i’m yo gotti!
reach for my chain is suicide
car drive fit two inside
they mad at ye cause he all in the neighborhood
but he let them goons inside
let’s f–k up the neighborhood
let’s f–k up the neighborhood
buy every house in this b-tch
you know that the money good
my racks 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
my [?] let me show it down
more sh-t than a pamper
all we rock is bandanas
whips on nasty, no manners
i just got head in a phantom

[gucci mane]
she say she don’t want a chump, baby want a champ
she money make her strip, gucci make her damp
1017’s the squad, gucci mane’s the stamp
and he don’t ever sleep, he’s a f–kin’ vamp
i heard your b-tch ride on the bus, you don’t give a d-mn
my b-tch drive a lamb’, you should call her ma’am
i love my auntie jean, but f–k uncle sam
i’m a walkin’ money machine, check my instagram
never test the kid so i don’t have to clamp
my city treat me like a king, i should wear a crown
and i don’t really f–k around
i gave my b-tch two mil’ cause she stuck around

(that n-gg- die in a hole…)

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