Sprinter

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    Sprinter Central Cee feat. Dave
    Sprinter Central Cee feat. Dave
    Sprinter Central Cee feat. Dave

    Lirik Sprinter Central Cee & Dave

    The mandem too inconsiderate
    Five-star hotel, smoking cigarette
    Mixin’ codeine up with the phenergan
    She got thick but she wanna get thin again
    Drinkin’ apple cider vinegar
    Wearin’ Skim ’cause she wanna be Kim and ’em
    Uh, alright
    I know that you’re bad, stop actin’ innocent

    We ain’t got generational wealth
    It’s only a year that I’ve had these millions
    My whip could’ve been in the Tokyo Drift ’cause it’s fast and furious
    I went from the Toyota Yaris to Urus
    They had their chance but blew it
    Now this gyal want me in her uterus
    Fuck it, I’m rich, let’s do it (fuck it)

    Take a look at these diamonds wrong
    It’s a life of squintin’, can’t just stare
    With bae through thick and thin
    She already thick, so I’m halfway there
    Brown and bad
    Couldn’t change my mind, I was halfway there
    One hundred meters, huh
    I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter (uh)

    One hundred eaters
    They won’t 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

    SUV, the outside white
    The inside brown like Michael Jack
    More time man build a line and trap
    Spend like I don’t even like my stack
    Pistol came on a Irish ferry
    Let go and it sound like a tap dance
    The way that I ball
    No yellow, the ref have to give me a black card
    Who did what we’re doin’ with rap?
    Man couldn’t sell out his show after all them years of doin’ the cap
    Sprinter, two gyal in a van
    Inter, two man in Milan
    Heard one of my tings datin’ 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”
    Your boyfriend ran from that diamond test
    ‘Cause they wasn’t legitimate (nah)
    She Turkish-Cypriot but her curves Brazilian
    I want her and bro wants her affiliate
    I’m cheap, still hit a chick like “yo, can I borrow your Netflix?”
    She a feminist, she think I’m sexist
    Twistin’ my words, I think she dyslexic
    Give me my space, I’m intergalactic
    Before I give you my Insta password
    I’ll give you the pin to my AmEx
    Huh, alright
    This ain’t stainless steel, it’s platinum
    Dinner table, I got manners, huh
    T-shirt tucked in, napkin
    “Still loadin'” that’s the caption
    I’ve only amounted a minimal fraction
    Eat good, I got indigestion
    Bare snow in my hood, no Aspen
    Can’t get rid of my pain with Aspirin
    Dave just came in a Aston, I’m makin’ that Maybach Music (Maybach Music)
    They’re tryna insult my intelligence, sometimes I may act stupid
    I never went Uni, I been on a campus selling cocaine to students
    If bro let the drumstick beat
    Then something gon’ leak, we ain’t playin’ exclusives

    Take a look at these diamonds wrong
    It’s a life of squintin’, can’t just stare
    With bae through thick and thin
    She already thick, so I’m halfway there
    Brown and bad
    Couldn’t change my mind, I was halfway there
    One hundred meters, huh
    I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter

    One hundred eaters
    They won’t 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

    Fire for a wife beater
    Can’t rock with that, I ain’t wearin’ a vest
    Man have to send her therapy
    She got a E cup bra, a lot on her chest
    I’m in Jamaica, Oracabess’
    Hit a lick, went Cash Converters
    That don’t work, it’s pawn, no chess
    I’m doin’ more and talkin’ less
    I love chillin’ with broke bitches
    Man book one flight and they all impressed
    I’m in the G63
    The car hug me like a friend through twist and turns
    Man livin’ for nyash and dyin’ for nyash, it’s fucked
    Don’t know which one’s worse, I’m fucked
    Bags in his and hers
    What’s hers is hers, what’s mine is too
    Heard that girl is a gold digger
    It can’t be true if she dated you
    AP baby blue, paper’s pink
    I’d 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, didn’t wait in line
    Weird, I’m askin’ 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 Dave’s inside

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