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Machine Gun Kelly Champions Lyrics

Last updated: 03/02/2013 06:25:45 AM

All ya'll 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 thou' out 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 fuckin' with me and if you ain’t then you outta place right now
Everybody ain’t real, everybody can’t be us
Everybody stay losin, that makes us champions
I take that title, till they wave like that tidal
Introducin’ me to Billy Jean, shit I’ll take that Michael
Try to bring the paper in, my paper thin like that Bible
That is how you win, stackin Benjamins till they big as that 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 sellin' nickel bags
Out my baby mama pad just to get a meal
Straight from puttin' similac in a WalMart bag tryin' make a steal
Straight from burning one thousand CDs with my name on it
Opposite of what the game wanted, mufucka we just tryin’ get a meal
Not a Shaker grad boy, signed to the Bad Boy
I ain’t gettin' cheesecake, no this ain't Making of the Band homeboy
Oh is that my bitch? God damn, she Colombian homeboy?
Ever since I got some ends homeboy haters tryin’ 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 in the game as rookie of the year
Blake griffin, Kyree, Amaree Stoudemire
Yeah and still couple people gotta problem with me up at the hater magazine
I mean Fader magazine, tell the journalist to suck what's in my saggin' jeans
Choke mufucka, choke, my fans never opened up your fuckin' magazine
Lucky I don’t have Jermaine come up in your office and load up a fuckin' magazine
Charlamagne don’t like me, what’s his name won’t fight me
I’m a hype individual god damnit hype lives ‘hind me
Maybe ’cause I wasn’t a good kid in a mad city like Kendrick
I was just a little bad mufucka beggin' landlords to be a tenant
Beggin' everyone to give my song a listen, tryin’ get up out a shitty job position
Tryin’ get a 24 carat gold toilet ’cause I never had a pot to piss in
But it’s OK I’m still maintaining...




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