The Cool Kids – Champions

The Cool Kids – Champions Lyrics

Artist: The Cool Kids
Song: Champions

Let’s go
It’s game time!
We gonna four-game sweep, all the way through the playoffs
Straight to the finals

Don Cannon, Cool Kids
And we are the champions (Cannon!)
Yeah, for real? Like, what the hell is this?
Girl’s moms wish they daughters would have met me first

She like, “It’s no problem but, Chuck, you ain’t live-r”
She dig pro ball-players, love when they drive her (Cannon!)
High-class Lex coupes, Beamer-Benz hybrids
Girl, it ain’t the car, it’s the n#gg# that’s drivin’

And if it ain’t American then I can’t even drive it
Windows way down, make that engine start pipin’ (The Cannon!)
Rumblin’, drop the frame, touchdown, jugglin’
The ball, won’t drop it or fumble it, though

Dolphin-skin greys, white strings in the lace Air XIs
Cold case when we was in eleventh grade
Don’t let me hear you say that Chuck ain’t dope (Nope)
‘Cause if you did, you’d be tellin’ a joke

Now, that’s funny, bro
And I’m laughin’ all the way to the bank
Bank-shot off the glass, peep my no-look pass
Like;

We on net, field-goal match-point (Match-point)
Touchdown, bet a pound, flip a coin (Flip a coin)
We champions, baby, where my trophy at?
We got handles, baby, don’t reach

We on net, field-goal match-point (Match-point)
Touchdown, bet a pound, flip a coin (Flip a coin)
We champions, baby, where my trophy at?
We got handles, baby, don’t reach

You can see ’em both talking, both walkin’ at the same pace
Both heels clickin’ like they runnin’ in the same race
Same clothes, same face, 20-carat ankle bracelet
Little flicker is a-wrapped her ankle (bing)

Baby blue infinity truck
In the baby blue carolina sweatsuit, ten and a half
Goin’ half on her baby was a part of her plan
These wannabe baby mommas tryin to offer their hand

They wanna beat box model be in actin’ classes
Drink c-rock bottles out a couple of glasses
They assets was they asses they upset
Often askin’ where the bathroom at?

And cash rules everything around my set
’92 corvette the off color floor set
Hilfiger jacket zipped to the bottom of my neck
Now pass me a swish like the bottom of the net

We on net, field-goal match-point (Match-point)
Touchdown, bet a pound, flip a coin (Flip a coin)
We champions, baby, where my trophy at?
We got handles, baby, don’t reach

We on net, field-goal match-point (Match-point)
Touchdown, bet a pound, flip a coin (Flip a coin)
We champions, baby, where my trophy at?
We got handles, baby, don’t reach
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Release Year: 2008