Central Cee

Sprinter (feat. Dave)(Chords)

Central Cee

Key: Em

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Am B7 Em The mandem too inconsiderate, five-star hotels smokin' cigarette Mixin' codeine up with the phenergan She got thick, but she wanna get thin again Am Drinkin' apple cider vinegar B7 Em Wearin' Skim, 'cause she wanna be Kim and 'em Uh, alright, I know that you're bad, stop actin' innocent Am We ain't got generational wealth B7 Em 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 Am B7 I went from the Toyota Yaris to Urus, they had their chance but Em Blew it Now this gyal wan' me in her uterus, fuck it, I'm rich, let's do it (Fuck it) Am B7 Take a look at these diamonds wrong, it's a life of squintin' Em Can't just stare With bae through thick and thin She already thick, so I'm halfway there (Hah-hah-hah) Am B7 Em 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) Am B7 Em One hundred eaters, they won't fit in one SUV, nah Am Sos, somebody rescue me B7 I got too many gyal, too many-many gyal, I got Em They can last me the next two weeks, uh Huh, alright, like send the address through, please Am Suv, the outside white B7 Em The inside brown like Michael Jack' More time, man build a line and trap Spend like I don't even like my stack Am B7 Pistol came on a Irish ferry, let go and it sound like a tap dance (Bap) Em The way that I ball, no yellow The ref haffa give me a black card Am Who did what we doin' with rap? B7 Em Man couldn't sell out his show after all them years of doin' the cap Sprinter, two gyal in a van Am B7 Em 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 Am B7 I told her my name is Cench, she said: No, the one on your birth Em Certificate, uh Your boyfriend ran from the diamond test, 'cause they weren't Am Legitimate, nah B7 Em She Turkish-Cypriot, but her curves Brazilian, uh I want her Am And bro wants her affiliate B7 I'm cheap, still hit a chick like: Yo, can I borrow your Netflix? Em She a feminist, she think I'm sexist Twistin' my words, I think she dyslexic Am B7 Give me my space, I'm intergalactic Em Before I give you my Insta' password, I'll give you the pin to my AmEx, huh, alright Am B7 This ain't stainless steel, it's platinum Em Dinner table, I got manners, huh T-shirt tucked in, napkin Am Still loading, that's the caption, I've only amounted a minimal B7 Fraction Em Eat good, I got indigestion Bare snow in my hood, no Aspen, can't get rid of my pain with Aspirin Am B7 Em Dave just came in an Aston, I'm makin' that Maybach music (M-M-Maybach Music) They're tryna insult my intelligence, sometimes, I may act stupid Am B7 I never went uni, I been on the campus sellin' cocaine to students Em If bro let the drumstick beat, then somethin' gon' leak We ain't playin' exclusives Am B7 Take a look at these diamonds wrong, it's a life of squintin' Em Can't just stare With bae through thick and thin She already thick, so I'm halfway there (Hah-hah-hah) Am B7 Em 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) Am B7 Em One hundred eaters, they won't fit in one SUV, nah Am Sos, somebody rescue me B7 I got too many gyal, too many-many gyal, I got Em They can last me the next two weeks, uh Huh, alright, like send the address through, please Am B7 Fire for a wife beater, can't rock with that, I ain't wearin' a Em Vest Man have to send her therapy, she got the E cup bra, a lot on her chest Am I'm in Jamaica, Oracabessa B7 Hit a lick, went cash converters Em That don't work, it's pawn, no chess I'm doin' more and talkin' less Am B7 I love chillin' with broke bitches, man book one flight, and they Em All impressed I'm in the G63, the car hug me like a friend through twist and turns Am, Man livin' for nyash and dyin' for nyash B7 Em 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 Am B7 Heard that girl is a gold digger, it can't be true if she dated Em You Ap baby blue, paper's pink, I'd probably hate me too Am B7 You ever spent six figures and stared at bae like: Look what you Em Made me do Yeah, alright, started with a Q, didn't wait in line Am B7 Weird, I'm askin' my Blasian one: Why you so focused on your Asian side? Em I know that the Jack boys pray that they get to the clubs and Dave's inside

Written by Central Cee / Dave

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