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Thrift Shop (Macklemore & Ryan Lewis)

Hey Macklemore? can we go thrift shopping?

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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

Nah Walk up to the club like, What up, I got a big cock!

I'm just pumped, just bought some shit from the thrift shop

Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty

The people like, Damn! That's a cold ass 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

(Piss)

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 them

Bummy and grungy, fuck it man, I am stuntin' and flossin' and

And savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch

I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma 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 skeet blanket, and then I bought a kneeboard

Hello, hello, my ace man, my Miller

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 that, I'm that sucker searchin' in that section (Uptons)

Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy

I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker

The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker

I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker

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 bitch (Shit)

I call that getting swindled and pimped (Shit)

I call that getting tricked by a business

That shirt's hella dope

And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't

Peep game, come take a look through my telescope

Trying to get girls from a brand? Then you hella won't

Then you hella 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 fucking awesome

I wear your granddad's clothes

I look incredible

I'm in this big ass coat

From that thrift shop down the road

I wear your granddad's clothes

I look incredible

I'm in this big ass coat

From that thrift shop down the road

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

Is that your grandma's coat?