Louis Vuitton
Fashion
Designer
Harry Winston
Ice
Diamonds
Young nigga
Just wanted you in my life
Used Finesse checks
Sleep on a futon
Now don't even talk
This shit tragic
We both in this shit
How Im supposed to move on
Got off my ass
Bank account did magic
F*ck your best friend
Oh shit
I was dead wrong
Hard worker
Always on the clock
Look if you want
You won't find one like her
Bad lil mama
Pissed her off she stabbing
North face and Montcler
Out in Neimans cashing
After we shop
Thumb in your booty
You would scratch my back
You tell me pull your hair
You was tryna show me things
But I just wasn't playing fair
Hit it in the laundry room
Sometimes I hit it on the stairs
We tried all over place
When I wasn't on duty
your parents wasn't there
Girl when I get back to garrison
Ima put this dick on you
All type of positions
You thought I never knew
Ima beat that pussy up
All night
Until you say you though
You gonna but upset
In that pussy like a vet
Ima beat them vagina walls loose
Loyalty
One day she explained to me
Never trust a bitch
Know how to pay bond fees
While you in the field
Savage in your crib
Nigga ain't shit
Smoking up all your weed
She don't wanna control me
She jus tryna pay
Her financial obligation fees
One in the morning
Whipped her Toyota
Wrapped round a telephone pole
That's the last straw
Your really big pissed off
You packed up
Hit the road
I tried to fix it
You ain't wanna hear it
You ain't takin my shit no more
F*ckin all these bitches
Thinking I'm slick
Whole time
Come to find out you known
You seem I was a true nigga
I was just young as f*ck
I had the chance of a lifetime
I went and blew my luck
Tried some butches
After that
But don't add up to
What you was
Got me creeping
All on social media
Lookin at your selfies
To get a buzz
Rashad Holt - Garrison Lyrics
Rashad Holt - Garrison Lyrics
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Louis Vuitton
Fashion
Designer
Harry Winston
Ice
Diamonds
Young nigga
Just wanted you in my life
Used Finesse checks
Sleep on a futon
Now don't even talk
This shit tragic
We both in this shit
How Im supposed to move on
Got off my ass
Bank account did magic
F*ck your best friend
Oh shit
I was dead wrong
Hard worker
Always on the clock
Look if you want
You won't find one like her
Bad lil mama
Pissed her off she stabbing
North face and Montcler
Out in Neimans cashing
After we shop
Thumb in your booty
You would scratch my back
You tell me pull your hair
You was tryna show me things
But I just wasn't playing fair
Hit it in the laundry room
Sometimes I hit it on the stairs
We tried all over place
When I wasn't on duty
your parents wasn't there
Girl when I get back to garrison
Ima put this dick on you
All type of positions
You thought I never knew
Ima beat that pussy up
All night
Until you say you though
You gonna but upset
In that pussy like a vet
Ima beat them vagina walls loose
Loyalty
One day she explained to me
Never trust a bitch
Know how to pay bond fees
While you in the field
Savage in your crib
Nigga ain't shit
Smoking up all your weed
She don't wanna control me
She jus tryna pay
Her financial obligation fees
One in the morning
Whipped her Toyota
Wrapped round a telephone pole
That's the last straw
Your really big pissed off
You packed up
Hit the road
I tried to fix it
You ain't wanna hear it
You ain't takin my shit no more
F*ckin all these bitches
Thinking I'm slick
Whole time
Come to find out you known
You seem I was a true nigga
I was just young as f*ck
I had the chance of a lifetime
I went and blew my luck
Tried some butches
After that
But don't add up to
What you was
Got me creeping
All on social media
Lookin at your selfies
To get a buzz
Fashion
Designer
Harry Winston
Ice
Diamonds
Young nigga
Just wanted you in my life
Used Finesse checks
Sleep on a futon
Now don't even talk
This shit tragic
We both in this shit
How Im supposed to move on
Got off my ass
Bank account did magic
F*ck your best friend
Oh shit
I was dead wrong
Hard worker
Always on the clock
Look if you want
You won't find one like her
Bad lil mama
Pissed her off she stabbing
North face and Montcler
Out in Neimans cashing
After we shop
Thumb in your booty
You would scratch my back
You tell me pull your hair
You was tryna show me things
But I just wasn't playing fair
Hit it in the laundry room
Sometimes I hit it on the stairs
We tried all over place
When I wasn't on duty
your parents wasn't there
Girl when I get back to garrison
Ima put this dick on you
All type of positions
You thought I never knew
Ima beat that pussy up
All night
Until you say you though
You gonna but upset
In that pussy like a vet
Ima beat them vagina walls loose
Loyalty
One day she explained to me
Never trust a bitch
Know how to pay bond fees
While you in the field
Savage in your crib
Nigga ain't shit
Smoking up all your weed
She don't wanna control me
She jus tryna pay
Her financial obligation fees
One in the morning
Whipped her Toyota
Wrapped round a telephone pole
That's the last straw
Your really big pissed off
You packed up
Hit the road
I tried to fix it
You ain't wanna hear it
You ain't takin my shit no more
F*ckin all these bitches
Thinking I'm slick
Whole time
Come to find out you known
You seem I was a true nigga
I was just young as f*ck
I had the chance of a lifetime
I went and blew my luck
Tried some butches
After that
But don't add up to
What you was
Got me creeping
All on social media
Lookin at your selfies
To get a buzz
Writer: Jonathan Williams
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