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Little Brother
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Good Clothes
Lyricist：Phonte Lyshod Coleman, Jr., Ramon Ibanga, Thomas Louis Jones Iii
Uh, we gon' get it started man
I'm feelin' so fresh tonight, yes, yes you know
I'm seein' all the beautiful people
Everybody rockin' they favorite brand
Whatever yo favorite brand is, is whatever you wanna do
Y'knahmsayin'? But um y'know I didn't always have it like that
We ain't always have it you knowwhatI'msayin?
So this what we had to do to look fly younahmsayin?
This is how you used to get it in
Aiyyo, I used to go to the mall with forty dollars in hand
It ain't matter at all 'cause I could go see my man
Down at Southsquare Mall workin' at J. Riggins, oh no
Manager leaves, he let me cop from the lo-lo
Slacks and polos, you better watch that
Boy in Durango's, blazer and mock neck
Almost broke but you still gon' see him
At the T game pimpin' through the Greensboro Coliseum, man
Uh, 'cause now I got on my good clothes
I'm sick of wearin' hand-me-down, raggedy hood clothes
Call me ugly, man I wish a bitch would clothes
Go out to the club, yeah we probably should clothes
Yea, uh, say I got on my good clothes, what?
Uh, say I got on my good clothes
Yo, forty dollars I done got me some good clothes
I got on my good clothes, I got on my good clothes
I used to go to my mom, like I'm tryin' be fresh
Told her, 'Look at my closet, you know, your boy look a mess'
So we hopped in the car, headed straight to Sears
At the time I was bigger than the rest of my peers
As we got on the floor, was embarassin' trust me
The saleswoman walk me straight over to husky
I still got stonewashed denim, Bobby Brown patent leather
Members only jacket, ain't nobody fresher than me
I said, I got on my good clothes
Sick of wearin' hand-me-down, raggedy hood clothes
Call me ugly, man I wish a bitch would clothes
Go out to the club, yeah we probably should clothes
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I said, I got on my good clothes
What? You know I got on my good clothes
Husky jeans, patent leather, I want those
I got on my good clothes, I got on my good clothes
Yeah, y'all lookin' good tonight
But some of y'all that's in the wrong, I can't front
Like you at the bar, it's hot in this club man
So why you got that leather coat on, dawg? C'mon
And you, the big girl with the low-rise jeans on
Got the fat hangin' over the side
Girl, you got your gut bustin' over the side of your jeans
It look like a muffin, c'mon now, let's be [Incomprehensible]
I got boxes of shoes, get shirts by the caseload
Size 48 jeans, how did they make those?
New Eras we take those, givin' us good clothes
Nothin' when you broke, when you ain't you don't spend dough
I had a homie at Azure but he got tired
And another at [Incomprehensible]but he got fired
So ironic when you want it, you the last on the list
But when you get cake, they can't wait to give you some shit
NahI'msayin?
Uh, 'cause now I got on my good clothes
I'm sick of wearin' hand-me-down, raggedy hood clothes
Call me ugly, man I wish a bitch would clothes
Go out to the club, yeah I probably should clothes
Yea, uh, say I got on my good clothes, what?
Uh, say I got on my good clothes
Yo, forty-free now I got all these good clothes
I got on my good clothes, I got on my good clothes, yeah
Shout out, to all my good clothes suppliers
Talkin' about my man, male party man, Lindsay
Talkin' about my home girl, Porsche
Talkin' about my man, Neil Nice, Kev Dean
Talkin' about my man Born, uh
Yeah, we got on these good clothes
We got on these good clothes, for he
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