Cool
Yea
Champ
Uh, El Champo (El Champo)
El Champo, you, call me El Champo, Champ (El Champo, El Champ)
El Champo, you, El Champo, you, call me El Champo (ugh)
When you see me, better call me El Champo, you, haha
The champ is here
Yea, lean in my potion, smokin' an ocean, nigga, my watch too froze (Watch is too, ohh)
Smokin' dope, fuck the po-po, niggas tryna steal my mojo (Ugh)
All you niggas is some powder puff, always had a pack of loud to puff
(Puffin', it's Champ)
Gotta pocket full of sunshine while I'm screamin' out fuck the one time (Fuck 'em)
Austin my city, I run mine (Run it) hit up your bitch for some fun time (Hey)
And she eat me up when it's lunch time, and I had to hit man she dumb fine (We fuckin')
First, I rock and then I lean with it (Hey) get some soda put some lean in it
On the scene with my G's, twistin' up some weed, all my niggas genius'
Cool as I wanna be but, a nigga ain't no wannabe, no
Cool as I wanna be but, a nigga ain't no wannabe, no
Cool as I wanna be but, a nigga ain't no wannabe
I'm the one these bitches came to see
I'm the one these bitches came to see
Champ
Ay, lets get rich as we wanna be, grind everyday bein' broke wasn't fun to me
Plans too big to keep quiet, they seen that I'm tryin' to keep it secret but, they on to me
I got the vision, I don't talk, I don't make threats, you just get offed
I'm fluent in everything that you don't understand so, talkin' bands aint the question
My '17 Chevy pickup front the Shell station
That aint that's, baby
People been talkin but, givin' a fuck ain't been puttin' no checks in my mail lately
Is that a BF or a babysitter? Bet her ass still come get naked with us
Please, explain the tequila stains, we not fuckin', just takin' pictures
Put the profit in my bed pillow, can't even watch it I don't sleep
And combustion for the creeps', nigga, TLC
Draw out my dreams and I make 'em real
I ain't got no time for no wannabe's
I ain't got no time for no wannabe's
I ain't got no time for no wannabe's
I'm where I wanna be, and nah, you can't come with me
Tryin' to see me when I'm busy, ask my assistant, she can book me from 1 to 3
I ain't no wannabe, I'm cool as I wanna be
I ain't cool with no wannabe's
Fuck all these wannabe's
Champ
Uh, El Champo (El Champo)
El Champo, you, call me El Champo, Champ (El Champo, El Champ)
El Champo, you, El Champo, you, call me El Champo (ugh)
When you see me, better call me El Champo, you, haha
The champ is here
Yea, lean in my potion, smokin' an ocean, nigga, my watch too froze (Watch is too, ohh)
Smokin' dope, fuck the po-po, niggas tryna steal my mojo (Ugh)
All you niggas is some powder puff, always had a pack of loud to puff
(Puffin', it's Champ)
Gotta pocket full of sunshine while I'm screamin' out fuck the one time (Fuck 'em)
Austin my city, I run mine (Run it) hit up your bitch for some fun time (Hey)
And she eat me up when it's lunch time, and I had to hit man she dumb fine (We fuckin')
First, I rock and then I lean with it (Hey) get some soda put some lean in it
On the scene with my G's, twistin' up some weed, all my niggas genius'
Cool as I wanna be but, a nigga ain't no wannabe, no
Cool as I wanna be but, a nigga ain't no wannabe, no
Cool as I wanna be but, a nigga ain't no wannabe
I'm the one these bitches came to see
I'm the one these bitches came to see
Champ
Ay, lets get rich as we wanna be, grind everyday bein' broke wasn't fun to me
Plans too big to keep quiet, they seen that I'm tryin' to keep it secret but, they on to me
I got the vision, I don't talk, I don't make threats, you just get offed
I'm fluent in everything that you don't understand so, talkin' bands aint the question
My '17 Chevy pickup front the Shell station
That aint that's, baby
People been talkin but, givin' a fuck ain't been puttin' no checks in my mail lately
Is that a BF or a babysitter? Bet her ass still come get naked with us
Please, explain the tequila stains, we not fuckin', just takin' pictures
Put the profit in my bed pillow, can't even watch it I don't sleep
And combustion for the creeps', nigga, TLC
Draw out my dreams and I make 'em real
I ain't got no time for no wannabe's
I ain't got no time for no wannabe's
I ain't got no time for no wannabe's
I'm where I wanna be, and nah, you can't come with me
Tryin' to see me when I'm busy, ask my assistant, she can book me from 1 to 3
I ain't no wannabe, I'm cool as I wanna be
I ain't cool with no wannabe's
Fuck all these wannabe's
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Writer(s): Shelvis Lewis
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