Closet
It's Cheeba
And Jao
Cleaned out my closet, made the shit a booth
Hangin' up the bodies in a tailored suit
Tai tied the lies, became the fuckin' truth
Wearin' shoes, but I still choose to give niggas the boot
Cleaned out my closet, made the shit a booth
Hangin' up the bodies in a tailored suit
Tai tied the lies, became the fuckin' truth
Wearin' shoes, but I still choose to give niggas the boot
This a lit fit accompanied by some fine design
Even if my clothes got holes I still gotta shine
Had the wrong size took time for me to find the right
Now I'm picky, I want qualities of the highest kind (woah)
Cut from a different cloth (so)
I don't even gotta floss (why)
Went from a runner to a boss (and)
Put in time I paid the cost (cost)
Found my niche and now a nigga lost
In some pussy that is like Voss (splash)
Fancy ting under my wing now I'm feelin' like Rick Ross
Can't believe I got shit inside my closet I cannot pronounce
Crazy as it sounds, I just found an ounce, wow
Can't believe I got shit inside my closet I cannot pronounce
Crazy as it sounds, I just found an ounce, wow
Cleaned out my closet, made the shit a booth
Hangin' up the bodies in a tailored suit
Tai tied the lies, became the fuckin' truth
Wearin' shoes, but I still choose to give niggas the boot
Cleaned out my closet, made the shit a booth
Hangin' up the bodies in a tailored suit
Tai tied the lies, became the fuckin' truth
Wearin' shoes, but I still choose to give niggas the boot
And Jao
Cleaned out my closet, made the shit a booth
Hangin' up the bodies in a tailored suit
Tai tied the lies, became the fuckin' truth
Wearin' shoes, but I still choose to give niggas the boot
Cleaned out my closet, made the shit a booth
Hangin' up the bodies in a tailored suit
Tai tied the lies, became the fuckin' truth
Wearin' shoes, but I still choose to give niggas the boot
This a lit fit accompanied by some fine design
Even if my clothes got holes I still gotta shine
Had the wrong size took time for me to find the right
Now I'm picky, I want qualities of the highest kind (woah)
Cut from a different cloth (so)
I don't even gotta floss (why)
Went from a runner to a boss (and)
Put in time I paid the cost (cost)
Found my niche and now a nigga lost
In some pussy that is like Voss (splash)
Fancy ting under my wing now I'm feelin' like Rick Ross
Can't believe I got shit inside my closet I cannot pronounce
Crazy as it sounds, I just found an ounce, wow
Can't believe I got shit inside my closet I cannot pronounce
Crazy as it sounds, I just found an ounce, wow
Cleaned out my closet, made the shit a booth
Hangin' up the bodies in a tailored suit
Tai tied the lies, became the fuckin' truth
Wearin' shoes, but I still choose to give niggas the boot
Cleaned out my closet, made the shit a booth
Hangin' up the bodies in a tailored suit
Tai tied the lies, became the fuckin' truth
Wearin' shoes, but I still choose to give niggas the boot
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Writer(s): Tyler Mays
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