Sprinter Lyrics by Dave & Central Cee is the latest English song produced by Jo Caleb & Jonny Leslie.Sprinte.lyrics are written by Jo Caleb & Jonny Leslie. The song was published on 1st of june 2023.
Sprinter Song Details:
Song: | Sprinter |
Singer(s) | Dave & Central Cee |
Produced by: | Jo Caleb & Jonny Leslie |
Written by: | Jo Caleb & Jonny Leslie |
Label(©): | Central Cee |
Sprinter Lyrics
The mandem is too inconsiderate, a five-star hotel, smokin’ 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 wan’ me in her uterus, fuck it, I’m rich, let’s do 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 is 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 rescues 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
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SUV, the outside white
The inside is brown like Michael Jack’
More time, man builds a line and trap
Spend like I don’t even like my stack
The pistol came on an Irish ferry, let go and it sound like a tap dance
The way that I ball, no yellow
The ref jaffa is given me a black card
Who did what we doin’ with rap?
The man couldn’t sell out his show after all the years of doin’ the cap
Sprinter, two gyal in a van
Inter, two men in Milan, heard one of my things 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,” uh
Your boyfriend ran from the diamond test ’cause they weren’t legitimate, nah
She Turkish-Cypriot, but her curves are Brazilian, uh
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 thinks I’m sexist
Twistin’ my words, I think she is 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
The dinner table, I got manners, huh
T-shirt tucked in, napkin
“Still loading,” 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 an Aston, I’m makin’ that Maybach music
They’re tryna insult my intelligence, sometimes, I may act stupid
I never went uni, I have been on the campus sellin’ cocaine to students
If bro let the drumstick beat, then somethin’ 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 is already thick, so I’m halfway there (Hahaha)
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 rescues 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 has to send her therapy, she got the E-cup bra, and a lot on her chest
I’m in Jamaica, Oracabess’
Hit a lick, went cash converters
That won’t work, it’s a pawn, no chess
I’m doin’ more and talkin’ less
I love chillin’ with broke bitches, man book one flight, and they’re all impressed
I’m in the G63, and the car hugs me like a friend through the 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
Have 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 are you so focused on your Asian side?”
I know that the jack boys pray that they get to the clubs and Dave’s inside