Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr Sheeen, artist - Digga D. Date of issue: 19.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mr Sheeen |
| Slide in whips, slide in six, they 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 |
| Pree 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 dock, sweating, stressing, chatting 'bout shooting and |
| stabbings |
| Has-beens and 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 off |
| 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, tanned him, 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, |
| fishing (Splash) |
| 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 |