Sprinter Chords – Dave & Central Cee
Sprinter Chords. “Sprinter” is a song by British rappers Dave and Central Cee. Sprinter Central Cee Chords. Sprinter Lyrics With Chords. Sprinter Guitar Chords.
Sprinter Chords
Capo On 6th Fret
[Intro]
Am B7 Em
Am B7
The mandem too inconsiderate
B7
Five-star hotels
Em
smoking cigarette
Em
Mixin’ codeine up
Em
with the phenergan
Em
She got thick but
Am
she wanna get thin again
B7
Drinkin’ apple cider vinegar
B7
Wearin’ Skim ’cause
Em
she wanna be Kim and ’em
Em
Uh, alright
Em
I know that you’re bad,
Am
stop actin’ innocent
B7
We ain’t got generational wealth
B7
It’s only a year that
Cm7
I’ve had these millions
Cm7
My whip could’ve been in the
G
Tokyo Drift
Am
’cause it’s fast and furious
Am
I went from the Toyota
B7
Yaris to Urus
B7
They had their chance but blew it
Em
Now this gyal want me in her uterus
Em
F*ck it, I’m rich, let’s do it (F*ck it)
Am
Take a look at these
Am
diamonds wrong
B7
It’s a life of squitin’,
B7
can’t just stare
Em
With bae through thick and thin
Em
She already thick,
Am
so I’m halfway there (Hahaha)
Am
Brown and bad
B7
Couldn’t change my mind,
B7
I was halfway there
Em
One hundred meters, huh
G Am
I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter (uh)
B7
One hundred eaters
Cm7
They won’t fit in one SUV (nah)
G Am
S-O-S, somebody rescue me
Am
I got too many gyal,
B7
too many-many gyal, I got
B7
They can last me
Em
the next two weeks (uh, huh)
Em
Alright, like send the address
Am
through please
B7
SUV, the outside white
B7
The inside brown
Em
like Michael Jack
Em
More time man build
Em
a line and trap
Em
Spend like I don’t even
Am
like my stack
B7
Pistol came on a Irish ferry
B7
Let go and it sound
Em
like a tap dance (Bap)
Em
The way that I ball
Em
No yellow, the ref have to
Em
give me a black card
Am
Who did what
Am
we’re doin’ with rap?
B7
Man couldn’t sell out his
Cm7
show after all them
Cm7
years of doin’ the cap
G
Sprinter, two gyal in a van
Am
Inter, two man in Milan
B7
Heard one of
B7
my tings datin’ P. Diddy
Em
Need twenty percent
Em
of whatever she bags
Em
Outside, my head in my hands
Am B7
I told her my name is Cench
B7
She said “no,
Em
the one on your birth certificate”
Em
Your boyfriend ran from
Em
that diamond test
Am
‘Cause they wasn’t legitimate (nah)
B7
She Turkish-Cypriot
Em
but her curves Brazilian, uh
Am
I want her and bro wants her affiliate
B7
I’m cheap, still hit a chick like “yo,
B7
can I borrow your Netflix?”
Cm7
She a feminist, she think I’m sexist
G
Twistin’ my words, I think she dyslexic
Am
Give me my space, I’m intergalactic
B7 Em
Before I give you my Insta password
Em
I’ll give you the pin to my AmEx
Em
Huh, alright
Am B7
This ain’t stainless steel, it’s platinum
Em
Dinner table, I got manners, huh
Em
T-shirt tucked in, napkin
Am
“Still loadin'” that’s the caption
B7
I’ve only amounted a minimal fraction
Em
Eat good, I got indigestion
Em
Bare snow in my hood, no Aspen
Am
Can’t get rid of my pain with Aspirin
B7
Dave just came in a Aston,
B7
I’m makin’ that Maybach Music
B7
(Maybach Music)
Em
They’re tryna insult my intelligence,
Em
sometimes I may act stupid
Am
I never went Uni,
B7
I been on a campus selling
B7
cocaine to students
Em
If bro let the drumstick beat
Em
Then something gon’ leak,
Em
we ain’t playin’ exclusives
Am
Take a look at these diamonds wrong
B7
It’s a life of squitin’, can’t just stare
Em
With bae through thick and thin
Em
She already thick,
Am
so I’m halfway there (hahaha)
Am
Brown and bad
B7
Couldn’t change my mind,
B7
I was halfway there
Em
One hundred meters, huh
G Am
I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter
B7
One hundred eaters
Cm7
They won’t fit in one SUV (nah)
G Am
S-O-S, somebody rescue me
Am
I got too many gyal,
B7
too many-many gyal, I got
B7
They can last me
Em
the next two weeks (uh, huh)
N.C.
Alright, like send
Am
the address through please
N.C.
Fire for a wife beater
B7
Can’t rock with that,
N.C. B7
I ain’t wearin’ a vest
Em
Man have to send her therapy
Em
She got a E cup bra,
Em
a lot on her chest
Am
I’m in Jamaica, Oracabess’
B7
Hit a lick, went Cash Converters
Em
That don’t work, it’s pawn, no chess
Em
I’m doin’ more and talkin’ less
Am
I love chillin’ with broke bitches
Am
Man book one flight
Cm7
and they all impressed (Alright)
Cm7
I’m in the G63
G
The car hug me like a friend
G
through twist and turns
Am
Man livin’ for nyash and dyin’
B7
for nyash, it’s f*cked
B7
Don’t know which
Em
one’s worse, I’m f*cked
Em
Bags in his and hers
Em
What’s hers is hers,
Em
what’s mine is too
Am
Heard that girl is a gold digger
B7
It can’t be true if she dated you
Em
AP baby blue, paper’s pink
Em
I’d probably hate me too
Am
You ever spent six figures
B7
and stared at bae like
B7
“Look what you made me do”?
Em
Yeah, (alright) started with a Q,
Em
didn’t wait in line
Am
Weird, I’m askin’ my Blasian one
B7
“Why you so focused
B7
on your Asian side?”
Cm7
I know that the jack boys pray
Cm7 G
that they get to
G
the clubs and Dave’s inside
[Outro]
Am B7 Em
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