Sprinter (feat. Dave)

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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
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Composição: Jo Caleb, Dave, Kyle Evans, Oakley Ceaser Su, James Olaloye e Jonathan Gordon Leslie

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