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    Macklemore & Ryan Lewis / Lyrics

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    "Thrift Shop" Lyrics

    Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. Wanz

    [Hook: Wanz]
    I'm gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
    I'm, I'm, I'm hunting, looking for a come up, this is fucking awesome

    [Verse One: Macklemore]
    Walk into the club like what up? I got a big cock
    I'm just pumped I bought some shit from the thrift shop
    Ice on the fringe is so damn frosty
    The people like "Damn, that's a cold ass honky"
    Rolling in hella deep, headed to the mezzanine
    Dressed in all pink except my gator shoes, those are green
    Draped in a leopard mink, girl standing next to me

    Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R.Kelly sheets, piss
    But shit, it was 99 cents, bag it, coppin' it, washing it
    'Bout to go and get some compliments, passing up on those moccasins
    Someone else has been walking in, but me and grudgy, fucking it
    I am stunting, I'm flossin and saving my money and I'm hella happy
    That's a bargain bitch, I'mma take your grandpa style
    I'mma 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 that I found digging
    They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
    I bought a skeet blanket, 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 the Velcros"

    [Hook 2X]

    [Verse Two: Macklemore]
    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 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 sick of searching in this section
    Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
    I'll take those flannel zebra jammies,
    Second hand - I'll rock that motherfucker
    The built-in onesie with the socks on the 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 dough
    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?
    Man you hella won't
    Man you hella won't

    Goodwill, poppin' tags, yeah


    [Bridge: Wanz]
    I wear your granddad's clothes, I look incredible
    I'm in this big ass coat from the thrift shop down the road
    I wear your granddad's clothes, I look incredible
    I'm in this big ass coat from the thrift shop down the road

    This song was submitted on September 7th, 2012 and last modified on November 8th, 2014.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

    Song Details

    Genre:Alternative, Hip-Hop, Rap
    Rank:7,306 (−2,948)
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