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Ty Dolla $ign - Champions Lyrics



Ty Dolla $ign - Champions Lyrics
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[ Featuring Wiz Khalifa ]

Dolla, ayy
DJ Bosski, let's get it

We the champions (ayy), here in Los Angeles (ayy)
We doing numbers (ayy), bringing home victories straight out the huddle
I met the plug, introduced to my brother
My squad superior, ain't none above us (ayy)
We doing numbers (ayy), gang in the building, we taking it over (ayy)

Call the promoters (ayy)
I just pulled up in this thang with my soldiers
I blew a zip and I'm still sober
Zaza, that's mid, I'ma need me some gas
Call up Khalifa (Khalifa), bring the McQueen and the KK
He know I stay with some bad lil' babies
T-G-O-D, baby, know that's the gang gang
Crazy girls after the game, we throwin' hundreds, we goin' insane
Pourin' this liquor out, pourin' this liquor out
Yeah, homies got we pourin' this liquor out
We get awards but we give God the glory
I'm shootin' my shot, and most times I be scorin'
Do this for my city, I bring home the trophy
Feel like Freddie Mercury, we are

We the champions (ayy), here in Los Angeles (ayy)
We doing numbers (ayy), bringing home victories straight out the huddle
I met the plug, introduced to my brother
My squad superior, ain't none above us (ayy)
We doing numbers (ayy), gang in the building, we taking it over (ayy)

Feelin' like I can't miss, baby, it's all in the wrist
You really wanna be the boss, that's expensive
Ain't the real champ if you've never defended (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Put in that work, I'ma make 'em remember
I just broke down hella trees yelling, "Timber"
Stand in the line, they put me in the center
It blow they mind when they see how I'm winning
Went back and doubled up, now you in trouble
My niggas all hustle, my diamonds all huddled up
T-G-O-D got the shit off the muscle
Ask me about my life, I love it, I love it (ooh, ooh, ooh)
I got so many rings, I need room for another one
Been through the pain, now it ain't no more struggle
My team win the game, put our face on the cover
Brother, we the champions

We the champions (ayy), here in Los Angeles (ayy)
We doing numbers (ayy), bringing home victories straight out the huddle
I met the plug, introduced to my brother
My squad superior, ain't none above us (ayy)
We doing numbers (ayy), gang in the building, we taking it over (ayy)
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Dolla, ayy
DJ Bosski, let's get it

We the champions (ayy), here in Los Angeles (ayy)
We doing numbers (ayy), bringing home victories straight out the huddle
I met the plug, introduced to my brother
My squad superior, ain't none above us (ayy)
We doing numbers (ayy), gang in the building, we taking it over (ayy)

Call the promoters (ayy)
I just pulled up in this thang with my soldiers
I blew a zip and I'm still sober
Zaza, that's mid, I'ma need me some gas
Call up Khalifa (Khalifa), bring the McQueen and the KK
He know I stay with some bad lil' babies
T-G-O-D, baby, know that's the gang gang
Crazy girls after the game, we throwin' hundreds, we goin' insane
Pourin' this liquor out, pourin' this liquor out
Yeah, homies got we pourin' this liquor out
We get awards but we give God the glory
I'm shootin' my shot, and most times I be scorin'
Do this for my city, I bring home the trophy
Feel like Freddie Mercury, we are

We the champions (ayy), here in Los Angeles (ayy)
We doing numbers (ayy), bringing home victories straight out the huddle
I met the plug, introduced to my brother
My squad superior, ain't none above us (ayy)
We doing numbers (ayy), gang in the building, we taking it over (ayy)

Feelin' like I can't miss, baby, it's all in the wrist
You really wanna be the boss, that's expensive
Ain't the real champ if you've never defended (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Put in that work, I'ma make 'em remember
I just broke down hella trees yelling, "Timber"
Stand in the line, they put me in the center
It blow they mind when they see how I'm winning
Went back and doubled up, now you in trouble
My niggas all hustle, my diamonds all huddled up
T-G-O-D got the shit off the muscle
Ask me about my life, I love it, I love it (ooh, ooh, ooh)
I got so many rings, I need room for another one
Been through the pain, now it ain't no more struggle
My team win the game, put our face on the cover
Brother, we the champions

We the champions (ayy), here in Los Angeles (ayy)
We doing numbers (ayy), bringing home victories straight out the huddle
I met the plug, introduced to my brother
My squad superior, ain't none above us (ayy)
We doing numbers (ayy), gang in the building, we taking it over (ayy)
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Writer: Tyrone Griffin Jr., Cameron Thomaz, Chandler Texas Ingram, Joshua Parker, Rai'Shaun Williams, Ryan Martinez
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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