Sprinter (feat. Dave)
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[Intro]E|-0--------------2--5--3--2--0--- B|-1------1-------4--------------- G|-2---------2----2--------------- D|-----2-------------------------- A|-0--------------2--------------- E|----------------------------0--- E|----------0-----| B|-----0--------0-| G|-----0-0------0-| D|------------2---| A|-2--------------| E|----------------|[Acordes o punteado a partir de los acordes]Am The mandem too inconsiderate,B7 Em five-star hotels smokin' cigarette Mixin' codeine up with the phenergan She got thick, but she wanna get thin againAm Drinkin' apple cider vinegarB7 Wearin' Skim, 'cause she wanna beEm Kim and 'em Uh, alright, I know that you're bad, stop actin' innocentAm We ain't got generational wealthB7 It's only a year that I've hadEm these millions My whip could've been in the Tokyo Drift 'cause it's fast and furiousAm I went from the Toyota Yaris toB7 Urus, they had their chance butEm Blew it Now this gyal wan' me in her uterus, fuck it, I'm rich, let's do it (Fuck it)Am Take a look at these diamondsB7 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 Brown and bad, couldn't change myB7 Em mind, I was halfway there One hundred meters, huh I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter (Uh)Am B7 One hundred eaters, they won'tEm fit in one SUV, nahAm Sos, somebody rescue me I got too many gyal, too many-manyB7 gyal, I gotEm They can last me the next two weeks, uh Huh, alright, like send the address through, pleaseAm Suv, the outside whiteB7 The inside brown like Michael Jack'Em More time, man build a line and trap Spend like I don't even like my stackAm Pistol came on a Irish ferry, letB7 go and it sound like a tap dance (Bap)Em The way that I ball, no yellowContinúa después del anuncioThe ref haffa give me a black cardAm 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 AmB7 Inter, two man in Milan, heard oneEm of my tings datin' P. Diddy Need twenty percent of whatever she bags Outside, my head in my handsAm B7 I told her my name is Cench, she said: No, the one on your birthEm Certificate, uh Your boyfriend ran from the diamond test, 'cause they weren'tAm Legitimate, nahB7 She Turkish-Cypriot, but her curvesEm Brazilian, uh I want herAm And bro wants her affiliateB7 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 dyslexicAm Give me my space, I'm intergalacticB7 Before I give you my Insta'Em password, I'll give you the pin to my AmEx, huh, alrightAm This ain't stainless steel, it'sB7 platinumEm Dinner table, I got manners, huh T-shirt tucked in, napkinAm Still loading, that's the caption, I've only amounted a minimalB7 FractionEm Eat good, I got indigestion Bare snow in my hood, no Aspen, can't get rid of my pain with AspirinAm B7 Dave just came in an Aston, I'm makin' that Maybach musicEm (M-M-Maybach Music) They're tryna insult my intelligence, sometimes, I may act stupidAm I never went uni, I been on theB7 campus sellin' cocaine to studentsEm If bro let the drumstick beat, then somethin' gon' leak We ain't playin' exclusivesAm Take a look at these diamondsB7 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 Brown and bad, couldn't change myB7 Em mind, I was halfway there One hundred meters, huh I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter (Uh)Am B7 One hundred eaters, they won'tEm fit in one SUV, nahAm Sos, somebody rescue me I got too many gyal, too many-manyB7 gyal, I gotEm They can last me the next two weeks, uh Huh, alright, like send the address through, pleaseAm Fire for a wife beater, can't rockB7 with that, I ain't wearin' aEm Vest Man have to send her therapy, she got the E cup bra, a lot on her chestAm I'm in Jamaica, OracabessaB7 Hit a lick, went cash convertersEm That don't work, it's pawn, no chess I'm doin' more and talkin' lessAm I love chillin' with brokeB7 bitches, man book one flight, and theyEm All impressed I'm in the G63, the car hug me like a friend through twist and turnsAm, Man livin' for nyash and dyin' for nyashB7 It's fucked, don't know which one'sEm worse, I'm fucked Bags in his and hers, what's hers is hers, what's mine is tooAm Heard that girl is a gold digger,B7 it can't be true if she datedEm You Ap baby blue, paper's pink, I'd probably hate me tooAm You ever spent six figures andB7 stared at bae like: Look what youEm Made me do Yeah, alright, started with a Q, didn't wait in lineAm 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
Composición: Jo Caleb, Dave, Kyle Evans, Oakley Ceaser Su, James Olaloye y Jonathan Gordon Leslie
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