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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Machine Gun Kelly ft. Puff Daddy - Champions Lyrics


All Of Y’all Better Wake Up Now
Everyone’s A Little Late Right Now
Keep It Real, I’m A Little Hot
How The F*Ck You Gonna Hate Right Now?

Remember My First Single?
Chyea Well It’s Doing Great Right Now
Took A 5 Hundred Though Off The Gate
Straight To The Bank Right Now

Shit Gets Wicked In My City So 
I Got A Semi In A Race Right Now
Everybody F**king With Me And 
If You Ain’t Then You Outta Plave Right Now

Everybody Ain’t Real, 
Everybody Can’t Be Us
Everybody Stay Losing 
That Makes Us Champions

I Take That Little, 
Till They Wave Like That Title
Introducing Me To Billy Jean, 
Shit I’ll Take That Michael

Trying Bring The Paper In, 
My Paper Thin Like That Bible
That Is How You Win Stacking 
Benjamins Till Its Big As The Eiffel
Uh

We Are The Champions My Friends
And We’ll Keep On Fighting Till The End
We Are The Champions
We Are The Champions

No Time For Losers
‘Cause We Are The 
Champions Of The World

I Came Straight From Selling Nickel Bags
Out My Baby Mama Pad Just To Get A Meal
Straight From Putting Similac 
In A Raw Mile Bag Tryin Make A Steal

Straight From I Thousand CD’s With My Name On It
Opposite Of What The Game Wanted, 
Mofucka We Just Tryin’ Get A Meal
Not A Shaker Grad Boy, Signed To The Bad Boy

I Ain’t Gettin Cheese Cake No Bits 
And Make Another Band Homebody
What Is That My Bitch? God Damn 
She Columbian Homeboy?

Ever Since I Got Some Fans Homeboy 
Haters Trying Be My Friends Homeboy
Pull Up In That Tour Bus Everybody 
Know What’s Going On In There

Backroom Lotta Panties Droppin 
Lotta Pretty Bitches Pretty Long Hair
I’ma Talk My Shit, Bitch I Came Into 
The Game As Rookie Of The Year

Blake Griffin, Kyree, 
Amaree Stoudemire
Yeah And Still Couple People Gotta 
Problem With Me At The Hater Magazine

I Mean Fader Magazine, 
Tell The Journalist To Suck My Simma Sack Of Jeans
Chocke Mofucka, 
Chocke Man And My Fans Will Knock On Your Fuckin Magazine

Lucky I Don’t Have Jermaine Come Up In 
Your Office And Load Up A F**king Magazine
Chalemagne Don’t Like Me, 
What’s His Name Won’t Fight Me

I’m A Hype Individual God Damni Hype Lives ‘Hind Me
Maybe ’Cause I Wasn’t A Good Kid In A Maad City Like Kendrick
I Was Just A Little Bad Mofucka Beggin Landlords To Be Tenant

Begging Everyone To Give My Song A Listen, 
Tryin’ Get Up Out A Shitty Job Position
Trying Get A 24 Karat Gold Toilet 
Cause I Never Had A Pot To Piss In
But It’s Ok I’m Still Maintaining, Nanana



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