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Sprinter
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Sprinter

Dave and Central Cee
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Song meaning of Sprinter by Dave and Central Cee


The rappers trade easygoing verses over a Latin-inspired, summer-ready groove that features wordless operatic vocals and chopped-up acoustic guitars.


Bright language and positive emotions set the single apart, and the lyrics address the age-old issue of partying with so many girls that you need a complete van to take them all.


Sprinter became Central Cee's first and Dave's third number-one single when it debuted at the top of the UK Singles Chart. After retaining the top spot for ten weeks, the single became the longest-running number-one rap hit in the UK.


Song lyrics of Sprinter by Dave and Central Cee


 

The mandem too inconsiderate, five star hotels smokin' cigarette

Mixin' codeine up with the phenergan

She got fit, 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 want me in her uterus, fuck it, I'm rich, let's do it (Fuck 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 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 (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

 

SUV, the outside white, the inside brown like Michael Jack

More time 'member the line in 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 have to 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 girl 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

 

I told them my name is Cench, she said, "No, the one on your birth certificate"

Your boyfriend ran from that 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)

You'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 drum stick 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 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 (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

 

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, Oracabesse

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, papers pink, I 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 club and Dave's inside

Release Date

2023

Songwriter/s

Oakley Neil Caesar-Su, David Orobosa Omoregie, James Olaloye, Jo Caleb, Jonny Leslie

Producer/s

Jonny Leslie, Jo Caleb, Santan, Jim Legxacy, TR, Kyle Evans

Label/s

Neighbourhood, Live Yours

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