Championship by Baby Smoove
Championship by Baby Smoove

Championship

Baby Smoove

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Championship by Baby Smoove

Release Date
Sun Mar 06 2022
Performed by
Baby Smoove
Produced by
Okay Jones
Writed by
Baby Smoove

Championship Lyrics

[Intro]
Championship, championship
Okay Jones

[Chorus]
We pop the champagne like we just won the ‘ship
I can't even blame you, I just take it to the gym
You ain’t even make enough to fuck with my side bitch
And I live through the good, I'm glad I ain't let you win
I feel like we was quick and called it quits
Is it real or fake? I’m mad that you felt legit
I can go to sleep without you, ‘cause I'm goin' to sleep rich
I ain't got to fuck wit' you cause that money on my dick
It's all love, I ain't trippin', I’ll shit on you in the end
It’s all love, I ain't trippin’, I could find you again
You can never get the spot inside my heart the cup is in
You can leave ‘cause before me I don't know what you was in
I can't settle for apologies

[Refrain]
I know these drugs getting tired of me
I know these drugs getting tired of me
I know these drugs getting tired of me

[Verse]
I want you bad, but I don't need you
Did lot of everything to please you
I don’t know how you inside of me, I know you miss how we feel
No cap, if im low, only give me refills
I know you on the weed still, I do miss how yo' cheek feel
I just wanna wake up to you kissing all on me still
Ain't no tellin' what you want, and shit, I'm glad that we feel
While I'm drivin' I can feel you rubbin' on my knees still
Hotter than a mug', comin' home and you be sleep still
How I leave the game alone when I'm in the deep field?
How I leave the game alone when you make me complete still?
You give me complete feel
You give me complete chills
Yeah, you know I had yo' baby, would you havin' me still?

[Chorus]
We pop the champagne like we just won the ‘ship
I can't even blame you, I just take it to the gym
You ain't even make enough to fuck with my side bitch
And I live through the good, I'm glad I ain't let you win
I feel like we was quick and called it quits
Is it real or fake? I'm mad that you felt legit
I can go to sleep without you, ‘cause I'm goin' to sleep rich
I ain't got to fuck wit' you cause that money on my dick
It's all love, I ain't trippin', I'll shit on you in the end
It's all love, I ain't trippin', I could find you again
You can never get the spot inside my heart the cup is in
You can leave ‘cause before me I don't know what you was in

Championship Q&A

Who wrote Championship's ?

Championship was written by Baby Smoove.

Who produced Championship's ?

Championship was produced by Okay Jones.

When did Baby Smoove release Championship?

Baby Smoove released Championship on Sun Mar 06 2022.

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