Album Cover Mr Sheeen

Mr Sheeen

Digga D

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Slide in whips, slide in six, they ain′t wanna slide in DM's

Pricks, them boy there punks, can′t wait 'till I see 'em, see ′em

They know about pain like Liam, his GM (Chinged)Got done in the PM

Pre him, they just wanna meet and greet them

Leave them, I just wanna meet and beat ′em

I'm at the cash point waiting for addicts

It′s 12 o'clock at night

When the Giro comes, I′m there with the package

Trapping, feds tryna stop me from rapping

Mad ting, I don't wanna hear that chattings (You know)

They had me in the docks, sweating

Stressing, chatting ′bout shooting and stabbings

Has-beens, washed up guys get patterned

.44 long, .32's and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox

Jailhouse ting

That's hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots

Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it

Talk about trap but you make no profit

Made history, Gun Lean, can′t top it

I went ′round with the skeng on F

And came back with the skeng on E (Bu-boom)

Now I've gotta fill it with shell

No petty, this semi-auto ain′t fully auto

Ain't clean, pull up and spray like Mr Sheen

This handting ain′t got a beam but I

Greased her down, now she slaps off clean

Digga D, I'm a well known bandit, bandit

Two got hit with one

Could′ve been a double M like Mixtape Madness (Bu-boom)

Can't wait 'till me and them link up

Pull up at drink ups, letting of handting′s

Side by side in the ride, no ramping

That′s five guys with chings, ay, crampings (Ching)

I play too much Black Ops 2 and do

More than you, bro, what is your ranking?

Had mans bae on a vizzy and calling

My tizzy while doing up wanking (Haha)

In the T with B, man's vamping, panting

Dust up jakes in the landing,

Tandem, buss that case, outstanding (Gang)

Should I chill or kill? One foot out but still one hand in

.44 long, .32′s and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox

Jailhouse ting

That's hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots

Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it

Talk about trap but you make no

Profit, made history, Gun Lean, can′t top it

I went 'round with the skeng on F,

And came back with the skeng on E (Bu-boom)

Now I′ve gotta fill it with shell,

No petty, this semi-auto ain't fully auto

Ain't clean, pull up and spray like Mr Sheen

This handting ain′t got a beam but I

Greased her down, now she slaps off clean

I don′t wanna hear about them man

When they hear skengs bang, run off with ten man (Dash)

Talk, talking a lot on live chat

Can't wait to sight man, boy you ain′t like that

Hiding, I'm up front, they′re right back

Despite that, pull up at gaffs then light that

Hijack any man's gyal and pipe that

My bad, broski come get your wife back (Come get her)

Man talk crud from a distance,

Go tell the fans what I done to your siblings (Splash)

Fishing, most of the opps been swimming,

Six in the spin so you know I ain′t missing (Bow)

Active, don't mad me, get splashed

This dotty inhale mans frass

Headshot gang, release my shank

Ain't on piss, them boy are just jank

.44 long, .32′s and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox

Jailhouse ting

That′s hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots

Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it

Talk about trap but you make no

Profit, made history, Gun Lean, can't top it

I went ′round with the skeng on F,

And came back with the skeng on E (Bu-boom)

Now I've gotta fill it with shell,

No petty, this semi-auto ain′t fully auto

Ain't clean, pull up and spray like Mr Sheen

This handting ain′t got a beam but I

Greased her down, now she slaps off clean

I'm cheeky and bad, I'm like 22 with 200 bags (Bags)

Don′t get the kid mad,

The mach-ine get grabbed, I roll up and bang, bang

Splash it, everyone knows what I′m on

Who's next? Most of my opps been done

All my old friends are jokes, same way, anything B get smoked

Badman far when badman pull up

Skengs on deck boy, don′t get cook up

Russ with the Rush, bredrin still up

Six figure nig', still making mula

Everyone′s garn' make everyone leave

Hold this arm, she taking this D

If suttin′ gets dropped, carry on this beef

Come fuck with a t'ug cah your man ain't the chief

.44 long, .32′s and dot-dots, bare smoke in the room, not hotbox

Jailhouse ting,

That′s hash on hotbox, jailhouse ting, tuna and hot pots

Like, baby stop it, dotty too long, man cop then chop it

Talk about trap but you make no

Profit, made history, Gun Lean, can't top it