Lirik

Song: Thrift Shop

Artist: Scott Bradlee Postmodern Jukebox

 

 

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I, I, I'm hunting

Looking for a come up

This is freaking awesome

 

Walk into the club like,

What up? I'm such a big shot

I'm so pumped,

I bought some swag

From the thrift shop

Ice on the fringe,

Is so damn frosty

That people like "Damn,

That's a cold a** honkey"

Rollin' in, hella deep,

Headed to the mezzanine

Dressin' in all pink except

My gator shoes, those are green

Draped in a leopard mink,

Girl standing next to me

Probably shoulda washed this,

Coz it smells like R.Kelly sheets

(But sh*t, it was 99 cents) Bag it!

Coppin' it, washin',

Bout to go and get some compliments,

Passing up on moccasins

That someone else's been walking in

Bummy, grungy, eff it man

I am stunting, flossing and saving

My money and hella

Happy that's a bargain

Imma take your grandpa style,

Imma take your grandpa style

No for real, ask your grandpa

Can I have his hand-me-downs?

Velour jumpsuit

And some house slippers

Dookie brown leather jacket

I found digging

They had a broken keyboard,

I bought a broken keyboard

I bought a ski blanket,

And then I bought a knee board

Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello

John Wayne ain't got nothing

On my fringe game, hell no

I could take some Pro Wings,

Make them cool, sell those

The sneaker heads would be like Ah,

He got Velcros

 

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I, I, I'm hunting

Looking for a come up

This is freaking awesome

 

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I, I, I'm hunting

Looking for a come up

This is freaking awesome

 

What you know about rocking

A wolf on your noggin?

What you knowing about wearing

A fur fox skin?

I'm digging, I'm digging,

I'm searching through that luggage

One man's trash,

That's another man's come up

Thank your granddad

For donating that plaid

Button up shirt,

I'm in here searching

I'm at the Goodwill,

You can find me in the opt bins

I'm not, I'm not,

Sick of searching in that section

Your grammy, your aunty,

Your momma, your mammy

I will take those flannel

Zebra pajammies

 

They be like,

"Oh that Gucci, that's hella tight"

I'm be like, "Yo,

That's fifty dollars that ain't right"

Limited edition,

Let's do some addition

That shirt's hella though

And having the same one as six

Other people in the club

Is a hella don't

Peep game, come take a look

Through my telescope

Trying to get them girls with that brand?

Man, you hella won't

 

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I, I, I'm hunting

Looking for a come up

This is freaking awesome

 

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I, I, I'm hunting

Looking for a come up

This is freaking awesome

 

I wear your granddad's clothes,

I look incredible

I wear that big fur coat from

That thrift shop down the road

I wear your granddad's clothes,

I look incredible

I wear that big fur coat from

That thrift shop down the road

 

Goodwill, Salvation Army,

Thrift Shop

 

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