“MUSIC FILE DETAILS”
- Writer: Bosslady
- Artist(s): Dave Ft. Central Cee
- Track Title: Sprinter
- Released Date: 2023
- Category: Music
- File Type: Audio
Now, it is indubitably confirm that this wonderful tune was carefully composed and delivered by the artist compared to other songs by the artist, and it is now making so much waves all over the world.
The artist was quite excited to inform the fans about this new drop on Twitter and other social media platforms earlier this weekend and you can stream it in all the music platforms.
Listen below;
Lyrics
Verse 1: Central Cee
The mandem too inconsiderate, five-star hotels 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 (Fuck it)
Chorus: Dave & Central Cee
Take a look at these diamonds wrong, it’s a life of squintin’, can’t just stare
With bae through thick and thin
She already thick, so I’m halfway there (Hah-hah-hah)
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)
One hundred eaters, they won’t fit in one SUV, nah
SOS, somebody rescue 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
Verse 2: Dave & Central Cee
SUV, the outside white
The inside brown like Michael Jack’
More time, man build a line and trap
Spend like I don’t even like my stack
Pistol came on a Irish ferry, let go and it sound like a tap dance (Bap)
The way that I ball, no yellow
The ref haffa give me a black card
Who did what we doin’ with rap?
Man couldn’t sell out his show after all them years of doin’ the cap
Sprinter, two gyal in a van
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
Verse 3: Central Cee
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 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 think I’m sexist
Twistin’ my words, I think she 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
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 (M-M-Maybach Music)
They’re tryna insult my intelligence, sometimes, I may act stupid
I never went uni, I been on the campus sellin’ cocaine to students
If bro let the drumstick beat, then somethin’ gon’ leak
We ain’t playin’ exclusives
Chorus: Dave & Central Cee
Take a look at these diamonds wrong, it’s a life of squintin’, can’t just stare
With bae through thick and thin
She already thick, so I’m halfway there (Hah-hah-hah)
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)
One hundred eaters, they won’t fit in one SUV, nah
SOS, somebody rescue 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
Verse 4: Dave
Fire for a wife beater, can’t rock with that, I ain’t wearin’ a vest
Man have to send her therapy, she got the E cup bra, a lot on her chest
I’m in Jamaica, Oracabessa
Hit a lick, went cash converters
That don’t work, it’s pawn, no chess
I’m doin’ more and talkin’ less
I love chillin’ with broke bitches, man book one flight, and they all impressed
I’m in the G63, the car hug me like a friend through 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
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 you so focused on your Asian side?”
I know that the jack boys pray that they get to the clubs and Dave’s inside
END!
