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preacher $am – irina lyrics

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[intro:]

this is the documentary of richard thanue

[verse 1:]

caught a felony bout the time of fifth grade
had a bad b+tch
grippin’ on my d+ck, the hallway
i do this sh+t like all day
the hard way, i’m all in
on molly, i’m ali
it’s our way
now whatcha think you’ll do
to reacher f+ckin’ p?
only people i respect is
me, and me, and me
got a d+mn degree
for sellin’ dope to he’s and she’s
and then i got a d+mn degree
for getting b+tches in the sheets
i say i wanna see your bed spread
not your f+cking bedspread
spread your legs apart
now that’s the bed spread
i said i only like the nice head
did you hear what i said?
i want hot head
not no ice head
[chorus:]

swear i do this for irina
(you know that sh+t, b+tch)
swear i do this for irina
(ain’t nothin’ changed hoe)
swear i do this for a beemer
(every d+mn day)
preacher sellin’ out arenas
(wodie)
swear i do this for irina
(you know the dizzy dizz)
swear i do this for irina
(you know my bizzy b+tch)
swear i do this for a beemer
(what up, what up)
preacher sellin’ out arenas

[verse 2:]

i’m back in it
i want a fat b+tch
with her ass tinted
with mad spinach
barely legal
even though my vehicle mad get it
and i got a mag in it
and my d+ck be like a magnet
attracting metal, hot hoes
boy you h+lla livid
you mad at the way
that that the reacher p. be livin’ (achoo)
i never do sh+t that be legal
reacher high as f+ckin’ eagles (ka+kaw)
with my senorita peoples in my steeples, uh
gotta lotta+lotta liters
in my dolce and gabbanna’s
couple mac and millimeters
desert eagle, m+16, mac+10
mama+mama+mama mia (luahuahuahua)
don’t know who the f+ck you are
but wouldn’t wanna be ya
i got a blue whip
bad broad and a blew d+ck
million dollars, cash came
from a few clips
sell crack cocaine
bought a few cribs
and they never see me on
the motherf+cking news clip b+tch
murder any motherf+cker with
the loose lips
loose lips on my b+tch p+ssy get ripped
on the birth certificate
it said he too sick
too sick, who sick me on you b+tch?
if you wanna make a change
boy you too late
reacher p, big c boy we too great
dirty ass records, we the hardest
from the planet to the stars
[chorus:]

swear i do this for irina
(you know that sh+t, b+tch)
swear i do this for irina
(ain’t nothin’ changed hoe)
swear i do this for a beemer
(every d+mn day)
preacher sellin’ out arenas
(wodie)
swear i do this for irina
(you know the dizzy dizz)
swear i do this for irina
(you know my bizzy b+tch)
swear i do this for a beemer
(what up, what up)
preacher sellin’ out arenas



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