Sprinter (ft Dave) - Central Cee, acordes de ukelele


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Publicado: 2023-12-05 20:56
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D#m F7 A#m F# C#


D#m F7 A#m

Verse:
D#m                                F7
The mandem too inconsiderate, five-star hotel, smokinʼ cigarette
 A#m
Mixinʼ codeine up with the phenergan
                                               D#m
She got thick, but she wanna get thin again
                F7
Drinkinʼ apple cider vinegar
                                                        A#m
Wearinʼ Skim ʼcause she wanna be Kim and ʼem
Uh, alright, I know that youʼre bad, stop actinʼ innocent

D#m
We ainʼt got generational wealth
 F7                                                   F#
Itʼs only a year that Iʼve had these millions
                                             C#
My whip couldʼve been in the Tokyo Drift ʼcause itʼs fast and furious
                    D#m                                       F7
I went from the Toyota Yaris to Urus, they had their chance but blew it
         A#m
Now this gyal wanʼ me in her uterus, fuck it, Iʼm rich, letʼs Do it (Fuck it)

Chorus:
D#m                                               F7
Take a look at these diamonds wrong, itʼs a life of squintinʼ, canʼt just stare
A#m
With bae through thick and thin
She already thick, so Iʼm halfway there (Hahaha)
D#m                                               F7
Brown and bad, couldnʼt change my mind, I was halfway there
A#m
One hundred meters, huh
C#
I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter (Uh)

One hundred eaters, they wonʼt fit in one SUV, nah
S-O-S, somebody rescue me
I got too many gyal, too many-many gyal, I got
They can last me the next two weeks, uh
Huh, alright, like send the address through, please

Verse:
SUV, the outside white
The inside brown like Michael Jackʼ
More time, man build a line and trap
Spend like I donʼt even like my stack
Pistol came on a Irish ferry, let Go and it sound like a tap dance (Bap)
The way that I ball, no yellow
The ref haffa give me a black card
Who did what we doinʼ with rap?
Man couldnʼt sell out his show after all them years of doinʼ the cap
Sprinter, two gyal in a van
Inter, two man in Milan, heard one of my tings datinʼ P. Diddy
Need twenty percent of whatever she bags
Outside, my head in my hands

I told her my name is Cench, she said, "No, the one on your birth certificate," uh
Your boyfriend ran from the diamond test ʼcause they werenʼt legitimate, nah
She Turkish-Cypriot, but her curves Brazilian, uh
I want her, and bro wants her affiliate
Iʼm cheap, still hit a chick like, "Yo, can I borrow your Netflix?"
She a feminist, she think Iʼm sexist
Twistinʼ my words, I think she dyslexic
Give me my space, Iʼm intergalactic
Before I give you my Instaʼ password, Iʼll give you the pin to my AmEx, huh, alright
This ainʼt stainless steel, itʼs platinum
Dinner table, I got manners, huh
T-shirt tucked in, napkin
"Still loading," thatʼs the caption, Iʼve only amounted a minimal fraction
Eat good, I got indigestion
Bare snow in my hood, no Aspen, canʼt get rid of my pain with Aspirin
Dave just came in an Aston, Iʼm makinʼ that Maybach music (M-Maybach Music)
Theyʼre tryna insult my intelligence, sometimes, I may act stupid
I never went uni, I been on the campus sellinʼ cocaine to students
If bro let the drumstick beat, then somethinʼ gonʼ leak
We ainʼt playinʼ exclusives

Chorus:
Take a look at these diamonds wrong, itʼs a life of squintinʼ, canʼt just stare
With bae through thick and thin
She already thick, so Iʼm halfway there (Hahaha)
Brown and bad, couldnʼt change my mind, I was halfway there
One hundred meters, huh
I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter (Uh)
One hundred eaters, they wonʼt fit in one SUV, nah
S-O-S, somebody rescue me
I got too many gyal, too many-many gyal, I got
They can last me the next two weeks, uh
Huh, alright, like send the address through, please

Verse:
Fire for a wife beater, canʼt rock with that, I ainʼt wearinʼ a vest
Man have to send her therapy, she got the E-cup bra, a lot on her chest
Iʼm in Jamaica, Oracabessʼ
Hit a lick, went cash converters
That donʼt work, itʼs pawn, no chess
Iʼm doinʼ more and talkinʼ less
I love chillinʼ with broke bitches, man book one flight, and theyʼre all impressed (Alright)
Iʼm in the G63, the car hug me like a friend through twist and turns
Man livinʼ for nyash and dyinʼ for nyash
Itʼs fucked, donʼt know which oneʼs worse, Iʼm fucked
Bags in his and hers, whatʼs hers is hers, whatʼs mine is too
Heard that girl is a gold digger, it canʼt be true if she dated you
AP baby blue, paperʼs pink, Iʼd probably hate me too
You ever spent six figures and stared at bae like, "Look what you made me do"
Yeah, alright, started with a Q, didnʼt wait in line
Weird, Iʼm askinʼ my Blasian one, "Why you so focused on your Asian side?"
I know that the jack boys pray that they get to the clubs and Daveʼs inside

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