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Madilyn Bailey

Thrift Shop

 

Thrift Shop

(album: The Covers, Vol. 5 - 2013)


[Hook x2:]
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

[Verse 1:]
I walk up to the club I'm like, "What up, I got a big rock!"
Look, I'm so pumped about the stuff from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it's all so [-] frosty
people like, "whoa. He's lookin real funky"
Rolling in the hella deep, heading to the mezzanine,
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standing next to me
Probably shoulda washed this, it smells like R. Kelly's sheets

But, it was ninety-nine cents!
Copping it, washing it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passing up on those moccasins someone else's been walking in
But me and grungy slammin it
I am stunting and flossing and
Saving my money and that's a bargain
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?
Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers
Dookie brown leather jacket that I found digging
They had a broken keyboard, so I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a sick blanket, then I bought a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, I know
I could take them Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
The sneaker heads would be like "Aw, he got the Velcros"

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
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 here statured
I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the (Uptons)
I'm not, I'm not sick of searching in that section (Uptons)
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that oh
The built-in onesie with the socks on it oh
I hit the party and they stop in that
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 rendition
I call that getting swindled and pimped
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 that's a hella don't
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Trying to get girls from your brand? then you hella won't
then you hella won't

[Hook x2]

[Bridge: x2]
I'll wear your granddad's clothes
I'll look incredible
I'm in this big coat
From that thrift shop down the road

[Hook x2]

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