Sprinter (feat. Dave)

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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 again
Am Drinkin' apple cider vinegar
B7 Wearin' Skim, 'cause she wanna be
Em Kim and 'em Uh, alright, I know that you're bad, stop actin' innocent
Am We ain't got generational wealth
B7 It's only a year that I've had
Em these millions My whip could've been in the Tokyo Drift 'cause it's fast and furious
Am I went from the Toyota Yaris to
B7 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 Take a look at these diamonds
B7 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 my
B7 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't
Em fit in one SUV, nah
Am Sos, somebody rescue me I got too many gyal, too many-many
B7 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 The inside brown like Michael Jack'
Em More time, man build a line and trap Spend like I don't even like my stack
Am Pistol came on a Irish ferry, let
B7 go and it sound like a tap dance (Bap)
Em The way that I ball, no yellow
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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 Inter, two man in Milan, heard one
Em 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 She Turkish-Cypriot, but her curves
Em 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 Give me my space, I'm intergalactic
B7 Before I give you my Insta'
Em password, I'll give you the pin to my AmEx, huh, alright
Am This ain't stainless steel, it's
B7 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 Dave just came in an Aston, I'm makin' that Maybach music
Em (M-M-Maybach Music) They're tryna insult my intelligence, sometimes, I may act stupid
Am I never went uni, I been on the
B7 campus sellin' cocaine to students
Em If bro let the drumstick beat, then somethin' gon' leak We ain't playin' exclusives
Am Take a look at these diamonds
B7 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 my
B7 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't
Em fit in one SUV, nah
Am Sos, somebody rescue me I got too many gyal, too many-many
B7 gyal, I got
Em They can last me the next two weeks, uh Huh, alright, like send the address through, please
Am Fire for a wife beater, can't rock
B7 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 I love chillin' with broke
B7 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 It's fucked, don't know which one's
Em worse, I'm fucked Bags in his and hers, what's hers is hers, what's mine is too
Am Heard that girl is a gold digger,
B7 it can't be true if she dated
Em You Ap baby blue, paper's pink, I'd probably hate me too
Am You ever spent six figures and
B7 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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Composición: Jo Caleb, Dave, Kyle Evans, Oakley Ceaser Su, James Olaloye y Jonathan Gordon Leslie

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