[Intro:] This is the documentary of Richard Thanue [Verse 1:] Caught a felony bout the time of fifth grade Had a bad bitch Grippin' on my dick, the hallway I do this shit 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 fuckin' P? Only people I respect is Me, and me, and me Got a damn degree For sellin' dope to he's and she's And then I got a damn degree For getting bitches in the sheets I say I wanna see your bed spread Not your fucking 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 shit, bitch) Swear I do this for Irina (Ain't nothin' changed hoe) Swear I do this for a beemer (Every damn 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 bitch) 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 bitch 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 dick be like a magnet Attracting metal, hot hoes Boy you hella livid You mad at the way That that the Reacher P. be livin' (Achoo) I never do shit that be legal Reacher high as fuckin' 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 fuck you are But wouldn't wanna be ya I got a blue whip Bad broad and a blew dick Million dollars, cash came From a few clips Sell crack cocaine Bought a few cribs And they never see me on The motherfucking news clip bitch Murder any motherfucker with The loose lips Loose lips on my bitch pussy get ripped On the birth certificate It said he too sick Too sick, who sick me on you bitch? 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 shit, bitch) Swear I do this for Irina (Ain't nothin' changed hoe) Swear I do this for a beemer (Every damn 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 bitch) Swear I do this for a beemer (What up, What Up) Preacher sellin' out arenas
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