Laudie - Closet Full of Clothes lyrics

[Chorus] Yep, got a closet full of clothes You ain't gotta stay fresh for the hoes Yep, got a closet full of clothes You ain't gotta stay fresh for the hoes Yep, got a closet full of clothes You ain't gotta stay fresh for the hoes Yep, got a closet full of clothes Yep, got a closet full of clothes [Verse 1 - Huey] Yeah, a n***a got a closet full of clothes Ain't 21, but got a bottle full of Mo Cool in the summer, but I'm hotter in the snow Fresh Force 1's in my closet, they can go Evisu jeans, I'm top of the line Evisu Ts, a watch that can blind Four cars, a piece up in each ear Have two of the baddest b**hes up in each ear It's fear up in this atmosphere, of course he's near Like my n***a Trell said, I'm fresh as John Deer But back to the basics, Girbaud with the straps I'm done with the Daytons, I'm gone with the flaps So many pair of Pradas, the red and white strips Red and white fitted with the red and white kicks Leave out of town with a STL b**h Just to let you know I'm on some STL sh**, b**h [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Kid Trell] You know the kid got the Cutty on 4's Spend a couple grand, got the charm on froze Keep it so fresh, ridin' on low pros Eyes stay open like I'm takin' No-Doze Prada fit red and white trim, so throwed Know I got the Prada loafs on, so cold Closet lookin' like warehouse, on so swole Half of the sh** that I rock is so old Never mind the name, you just know it cost dough Try to touch my bread, pimpin' that's a no no You don't wanna see the kid spit the .44 The price of the shoes, yeah I paid about 4 n***as don't like me, I don't really care You know I been smokin', you can smell in my hair You know that Kid Trell keep a pocket full of dough Choppin' on 4s with a closet full of clothes, fo sho [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Huey] Yeah, a n***a got a mouth full of plat A n***a got a chef with a STL cap Fill your a** up with some STL straps Have a body lost on the STL map It's H.U.E I don't know why Kenneth Cole shoes collar shirt so fly They ain't got nothing to do with my red monkey's fresh out the zoo Cause ewww, they so funky Rock sweat bands, but still the hoes love me Tell they baby daddy, give 'em money No f**in', fresh Akademiks, fresh matching tennis If sh** ain't name brand, it's a lack of interest Getting escorted whenever a n***a enter n***as gettin' tortured if ever a n***a trippin' Another soul lost, if ever a n***a slippin' Gotta hit the mall, forever a n***a fitted, yeah [Chorus:]