LYRIC

I'm gonna pop some tags

only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I'm I'm hunttin, looking for a come up

this is fucking awesome

Now, walk up to the club like what up I got a big cock

I'm so pumped i bought some shit from the thrift shop

Ice in the brandies so damn frosty the people like

damn, that's a cold ass honky

rollin and hella deep had it to the..in me

dressed in all pink cept' my gator shoes those are green

drapped in a leopard mink girls standing next to me

probably shoulda washed this smells like R. Kelly sheets

Pisss

But shit he was 99 cents, bug it copin and washin it

bout to go and get some compliments

passin upon those mochassins someone else is been walking

and bout me and grudgie fuckin man I'm stuck in a closet

and say but my money in the ..I'm happy thats a bargain

bitch I'ma take you grandpa style, I'ma take you grandpa style

no for real ask your grandpa can i have his hand-me-downs

thank you my Lord jump suit as house slippers

doukie 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 knee board

hello hello my ace man my mellow

John Wayne ain't got nothing now my friends game hello

I could take some pro wings make em' cool sell those

this sneaker head will be like, awww he got the velcro

2 x Hook:

I'm gonna pop some tags

only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I'm I'm hunttin, looking for a come up

this is fucking awesome

Whatcha know bout rockin the wolf on your noggin

whatcha knowin about wearin a fur fox skin

I'm diggin, I'm diggin I'm searching right through that luggage

one man's trash that's another's man's come up

make your grand dad were donatein that plaid button

up shirt 'cause right now I'm up and looking her stuntin

I'm at the GoodWill you can find me in that

I'm not I'm not searchin in that section

your Grammy your auntie, your mommy your mammy

I'll take those flanel zebra jammies seconhand I'll rock that mother fucker

they built the oneesie with the socks on mother fucker

I hit the party and they stop in that mother fucker

they be like oh that Gucci that..tight

I'm like y'all that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt

limited edition lets to do some simple addition

fifty dollars for a T-shirt that's just some ignorant bitch she

I call that getting swindled and perished

I call that getting tricked by business

that shirts hella dope and i bliss im one

in six other people in this club a hella dome

eat game come take a look through my telescope

tryin to get girls from my brand man you hella wont

man you hella wont

Hook:

I'm gonna pop some tags

only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I'm I'm hunttin, looking for a come up

this is fucking awesome

2x

I wear your grandest clothes

I look incredible

I'm in this big ass coat

from that thrift shop down the road

(Little Girl)

Is that your grandmas coat?

Thrift shop - lyrics


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