Thrift Shop (Clean Version)

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 Bada, bada, badadada
 Bada, bada, badadada
 Bada, bada, badadada
 Bada, bada, badadada
 Bada, bada, badadada
 Bada, bada, badadada
 Bada, bada, badadada
 Bada, bada, badadada
 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 awesome
 Nah, walk up to the club like, "What up? I got a big!"
 I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop
 Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty
 That people like, "Damn! That's a cold cold honkey."
 Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine,
 Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
 Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
 Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
 (Piiisssssss)
 But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
 Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
 Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in
 Bummy and grungy, do it, man
 I am stuntin' and flossin' and
 Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, man
 I'm a take your grandpa's style, I'm a take your grandpa's style,
 No for real - ask your grandpa - can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)
 Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
 Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'
 They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
 I bought a ski blanket, then I bought a kneeboard
 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 "Aw, he got the 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 fucking 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 fucking awesome
 What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?
 What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin?
 I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that luggage
 One man's trash, that's another man's come-up
 Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt
 'Cause right now I'm up in her skirt
 I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the (Uptons)
 I'm not, I'm not stuck, I'm searchin' in that section (Uptons)
 Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
 I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock those
 rock those
 The built-in onesie with the socks on that OH
 I hit the party and they stop in that OH
 They be like, "Oh, that Gucci - that's hella tight."
 I'm like, "Yo - that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt."
 Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
 Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant stuff (stuff)
 I call that getting swindled and pimped (stuff)
 I call that getting tricked by a business
 That shirt's hella dough
 And having the same one as six other people in this club is a don't don't
 Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
 Tryna get girls from a brand and you hella won't
 Man you never won't
 (Goodwill... poppin' tags... yeah!)
 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 soso awesome
 I wear your granddad's clothes
 I look incredible
 I'm in this big big coat
 From that thrift shop down the road
 I wear your granddad's clothes (damn right)
 I look incredible (now come on man)
 I'm in this big big coat (big big coat)
 From that thrift shop down the road (let's go)
 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 awesome

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Duration
04:00
Key
8
Tempo
95 BPM

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