Letras:
Little Brother Good Clothes

on my good clothes (What?) Say I got on my good clothes Yo, 40 dollars I done got me some good clothes I got on my good clothes (Check me out) I got

on my good clothes (What?) Say I got on my good clothes Yo, 40 dollars I done got me some good clothes I got on my good clothes (Check me out) I got

meet my sister, she's good for a drink or two, At forty-five smiles to the gallon she can watch the world floating through. Throw away your city clothes

The voice of the mother, of the friend, of the daughter, of the brother, of the lover of the siren of the ship White clothes, removed quickly just before

thing changed. You're just another football waiting to be tossed in the game. You're flossing again, you talk a good game, but you're still trying hard to maintain. Little brother

: Brothers out there with sisters, peep it Years and years you try to keep her a secret Said she's your cousin that came for a visit Your puttin' me

and throw on a little Maxwell Grab a condom know cause, shit, I don't know you that well Haa, was fucking with that Far from hater but see dem brothers

way I be low, when I can't even feed myself I be low, when I realize I'm by myself But I be high, when I shopping for expensive clothes I be high, when

me like you never loved You know you couldnt find a better thug And uh, you been peepin me since I was younger So young that you even called me your little brother