paroles de chanson harrypev, Pt. 2 (more ghost stories) - twunnytwohunna

Young Harry Pev nigga, y'all know I'm coming nigga, by Confucius
Ken Griffey, nigga, this shit not no joke, nigga
Inshallah, he got baked
Mashallah, he got blazed, nigga

Cmon
Inshallah, we baked him
I'm young Harry Pev, I stand on every word, forever sanctioned
Niggas fooled by this plaid suit like I don't get on beats and blank em
I never hopped in Model Ts, walk down on feet, and then I face them

Niggas claim they demons, oh, that's cool, I'm locked in with the twins
And you know how they on go, they been itchin' for revenge
We could bipp out on the ave they want smoke, I'll reel them in
Don't get caught up in that gallery, or all your shit gon' end
Nuttel had got faced
Percy ass was walkin' around scared and he got chased
Colonel Blantyre tried the wrong one they ain't found that boy remains
Ain't gon' say too much bout Vera, just know she won't be the same
Bitch, I'm Ken Griffey Jr, yes, I'm known for makin' plays
Bring a spirit around my way, my switch hit duppy every day
Put a dumb hoe in the floor she tryna put blood on my face
Come around Aswarby, thinkin' that shit sweet and you get changed
And these lil' parties don't mean shit, boy, we'll put you in your place
Big ass musket on me if you say Bernice name in vain
I don't fuck with Blanche no more, but it's still war behind her name to
Freddy P ain't G, but when we needed him, he came through
I'm Ken Griffey Jr, but I still blast shit like Babe Ruth

These lil niggas actin
It's a world of Audrey Hepburns and fuckin' Charlie Chaplains
Need my money right badmon no dey take short and I ain't askin
We can get you packed like Franz Ferdinand and I ain't cappin
You don't want that war with Auntie B, I swear you better not start
Don't lollygag up in the woods unless you wanna lose your heart
Mrs. Canning thought that she was tough, she got turned to a cart
If you play them stupid games, you might end up like Servant John
Yeah, I'm Harry Pev I'm gon' stand on every word a nigga said
Try to rush us, musket ball gon' bust and hit yo' head
You say ain't no fear in you, dummy boy, you should be scared
You wanna be another caution story, go on right ahead

Ken Griffey, nigga