Put your hands up!

303 gon' and get them hands up!

3 times

We the champs 3 times

We was at war but now it's peace time

You know they love my lines so I gotta rewind

We gon always be on top cuz you know we grind

For the city

They can't miss me cuz im bringing em with me

Bombs weren't dropped they were thrown so pretty

Did it as a team no man on their own

No fly Zone

We bringing that trophy back home

Lombardi

Bring out the Bacardi

This is our party

We ain't sorry

For dabbin' on em

Cuz they was laughing on us

Sent em homies home

Now they packin on up

Uh

So now who hatin'?

Who throwin shade?

Cuz we got Peyton

We run this like Davis

Look at the crowd so amazing

(We been waiting)

Champagne raining

Yeah tonight we celebrating

Whooooo

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5280 baby

Got the whole city goin crazy

Ridin the horizon so hazy baby

And I don't really care where this Bronco gon take me baby

Quarterback Killer

MVP Von Miller

Had to build up

We got like 60 pillars

Every player deserves this

Every player had their purpose

Had your share of dirt and turfin'

Earned it put the work in

Now the floats surfin'

The lights no longer burning

All the work was worth it

Pack of wolfs but there's only one Ware

Riding down 17th

Confetti in the air

They wasn't ready

We was packin heavy

Artillery so deadly

Riding steady in that White Chevy

Like CJ

No brakes

No mistakes

Mile High

Mountain Made

Any given

Sunday

We pray

We Play

Champions

Like 'Ye

Clear the way

We coming

Know your place

We say

Keep hating

Milita in Orange and Navy

Now we the Champs like Bailey

Oh

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