Dopo il brano di ieri sono andato a sbirciare la classifica dei singoli del Regno Unito. Da almeno due settimane al primo posto c'è il brano "Sprinter" di Central Cee e Dave. MI è già capitato di mettere canzoni in classifica all'estero che poi sono diventate famose anche qui. Vediamo se succede anche a loro. Buon ascolto!Sprinter (Central Cee / Dave)The mandem too inconsiderateFive-star hotel, smoking cigaretteMixin' codeine up with the phenerganShe got thick but she wanna get thin againDrinkin' apple cider vinegarWearin' Skim 'cause she wanna be Kim and 'emUh, alrightI know that you're bad, stop actin' innocentWe ain't got generational wealthIt's only a year that I've had these millionsMy whip could've been in the Tokyo Drift 'cause it's fast and furiousI went from the Toyota Yaris to UrusThey had their chance but blew itNow this gyal want me in her uterusFuck it, I'm rich, let's do it (fuck it)Take a look at these diamonds wrongIt's a life of squintin', can't just stareWith bae through thick and thinShe already thick, so I'm halfway thereBrown and badCouldn't change my mind, I was halfway thereOne hundred meters, huhI just put nine gyal in a Sprinter (uh)One hundred eatersThey won't fit in one SUV (nah)S-O-S, somebody rescue meI got too many gyal, too many-many gyal, I gotThey can last me the next two weeks (uh, huh)Alright, like send the address through pleaseSUV, the outside whiteThe inside brown like Michael JackMore time man build a line and trapSpend like I don't even like my stackPistol came on a Irish ferryLet go and it sound like a tap danceThe way that I ballNo yellow, the ref have to give me a black cardWho did what we're doin' with rap?Man couldn't sell out his show after all them years of doin' the capSprinter, two gyal in a vanInter, two man in MilanHeard one of my tings datin' P. DiddyNeed twenty percent of whatever she bagsOutside, my head in my handsI told her my name is CenchShe said "no, the one on your birth certificate"Your boyfriend ran from that diamond test'Cause they wasn't legitimate (nah)She Turkish-Cypriot but her curves BrazilianI want her and bro wants her affiliateI'm cheap, still hit a chick like "yo, can I borrow your Netflix?"She a feminist, she think I'm sexistTwistin' my words, I think she dyslexicGive me my space, I'm intergalacticBefore I give you my Insta passwordI'll give you the pin to my AmExHuh, alrightThis ain't stainless steel, it's platinumDinner table, I got manners, huhT-shirt tucked in, napkin"Still loadin'" that's the captionI've only amounted a minimal fractionEat good, I got indigestionBare snow in my hood, no AspenCan't get rid of my pain with AspirinDave just came in a Aston, I'm makin' that Maybach Music (Maybach Music)They're tryna insult my intelligence, sometimes I may act stupidI never went Uni, I been on a campus selling cocaine to studentsIf bro let the drumstick beatThen something gon' leak, we ain't playin' exclusivesTake a look at these diamonds wrongIt's a life of squintin', can't just stareWith bae through thick and thinShe already thick, so I'm halfway thereBrown and badCouldn't change my mind, I was halfway thereOne hundred meters, huhI just put nine gyal in a SprinterOne hundred eatersThey won't fit in one SUV (nah)S-O-S, somebody rescue meI got too many gyal, too many-many gyal, I gotThey can last me the next two weeks (uh, huh)Alright, like send the address through pleaseFire for a wife beaterCan't rock with that, I ain't wearin' a vestMan have to send her therapyShe got a E cup bra, a lot on her chestI'm in Jamaica, Oracabess'Hit a lick, went Cash ConvertersThat don't work, it's pawn, no chessI'm doin' more and talkin' lessI love chillin' with broke bitchesMan book one flight and they all impressedI'm in the G63The car hug me like a friend through twist and turnsMan livin' for nyash and dyin' for nyash, it's fuckedDon't know which one's worse, I'm fuckedBags in his and hersWhat's hers is hers, what's mine is tooHeard that girl is a gold diggerIt can't be true if she dated youAP baby blue, paper's pinkI'd probably hate me tooYou 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 lineWeird, 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
Central Cee e Dave allo sprint
Dopo il brano di ieri sono andato a sbirciare la classifica dei singoli del Regno Unito. Da almeno due settimane al primo posto c'è il brano "Sprinter" di Central Cee e Dave. MI è già capitato di mettere canzoni in classifica all'estero che poi sono diventate famose anche qui. Vediamo se succede anche a loro. Buon ascolto!Sprinter (Central Cee / Dave)The mandem too inconsiderateFive-star hotel, smoking cigaretteMixin' codeine up with the phenerganShe got thick but she wanna get thin againDrinkin' apple cider vinegarWearin' Skim 'cause she wanna be Kim and 'emUh, alrightI know that you're bad, stop actin' innocentWe ain't got generational wealthIt's only a year that I've had these millionsMy whip could've been in the Tokyo Drift 'cause it's fast and furiousI went from the Toyota Yaris to UrusThey had their chance but blew itNow this gyal want me in her uterusFuck it, I'm rich, let's do it (fuck it)Take a look at these diamonds wrongIt's a life of squintin', can't just stareWith bae through thick and thinShe already thick, so I'm halfway thereBrown and badCouldn't change my mind, I was halfway thereOne hundred meters, huhI just put nine gyal in a Sprinter (uh)One hundred eatersThey won't fit in one SUV (nah)S-O-S, somebody rescue meI got too many gyal, too many-many gyal, I gotThey can last me the next two weeks (uh, huh)Alright, like send the address through pleaseSUV, the outside whiteThe inside brown like Michael JackMore time man build a line and trapSpend like I don't even like my stackPistol came on a Irish ferryLet go and it sound like a tap danceThe way that I ballNo yellow, the ref have to give me a black cardWho did what we're doin' with rap?Man couldn't sell out his show after all them years of doin' the capSprinter, two gyal in a vanInter, two man in MilanHeard one of my tings datin' P. DiddyNeed twenty percent of whatever she bagsOutside, my head in my handsI told her my name is CenchShe said "no, the one on your birth certificate"Your boyfriend ran from that diamond test'Cause they wasn't legitimate (nah)She Turkish-Cypriot but her curves BrazilianI want her and bro wants her affiliateI'm cheap, still hit a chick like "yo, can I borrow your Netflix?"She a feminist, she think I'm sexistTwistin' my words, I think she dyslexicGive me my space, I'm intergalacticBefore I give you my Insta passwordI'll give you the pin to my AmExHuh, alrightThis ain't stainless steel, it's platinumDinner table, I got manners, huhT-shirt tucked in, napkin"Still loadin'" that's the captionI've only amounted a minimal fractionEat good, I got indigestionBare snow in my hood, no AspenCan't get rid of my pain with AspirinDave just came in a Aston, I'm makin' that Maybach Music (Maybach Music)They're tryna insult my intelligence, sometimes I may act stupidI never went Uni, I been on a campus selling cocaine to studentsIf bro let the drumstick beatThen something gon' leak, we ain't playin' exclusivesTake a look at these diamonds wrongIt's a life of squintin', can't just stareWith bae through thick and thinShe already thick, so I'm halfway thereBrown and badCouldn't change my mind, I was halfway thereOne hundred meters, huhI just put nine gyal in a SprinterOne hundred eatersThey won't fit in one SUV (nah)S-O-S, somebody rescue meI got too many gyal, too many-many gyal, I gotThey can last me the next two weeks (uh, huh)Alright, like send the address through pleaseFire for a wife beaterCan't rock with that, I ain't wearin' a vestMan have to send her therapyShe got a E cup bra, a lot on her chestI'm in Jamaica, Oracabess'Hit a lick, went Cash ConvertersThat don't work, it's pawn, no chessI'm doin' more and talkin' lessI love chillin' with broke bitchesMan book one flight and they all impressedI'm in the G63The car hug me like a friend through twist and turnsMan livin' for nyash and dyin' for nyash, it's fuckedDon't know which one's worse, I'm fuckedBags in his and hersWhat's hers is hers, what's mine is tooHeard that girl is a gold diggerIt can't be true if she dated youAP baby blue, paper's pinkI'd probably hate me tooYou 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 lineWeird, 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