Thrift shop
par Pentatonix
lyricscopy.com
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What, what, what
What, what, what, what, yo
What, what, what, what, what, what, hey!
I´m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I´m, I´m, I´m huntin´
Looking for a come-up
This is freaking awesome
Yo, walk into the club like, what up?
I got a big duck
I´m so pumped about some kicks from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, yo it´s so dang frosty
The people like, "Yo! Where´d you get that shirt, Scotty?"
Rolling in, rolling deep, headed 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 should´ve washed this ´cuz it smells like Mitch Grassi´s feet
Ooh, what? Diss!
But hey, it was ninety-nine cents!
Now you´re copping it, washing it
´Bout to go and get some compliments
Passin´ up on those moccasins someone else has been walking in
But me grungy, forget it, man
I ain´t stuntin´ and flossin´
I´m saving my money and I´m super happy that´s a bargain!
Imma take your grandpa´s style, Imma take your grandpa´s style
No, for real, ask your grandpa
Can I have his hand me downs?
Velour jump suit and some house slippers
Bookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin´
They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a fleece blanket, and then I bought a kneeboard, yeah
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Miller
John Wayne ain´t got nothin´ on my fringe game, oh no
I could take some pro-wings
Make them cool and sell those
The sneaker heads will be like
"Aw, you got them velcro!"
I´m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I´m, I´m, I´m huntin´
Looking for a come-up
This is freaking awesome
Yo, what you know about rockin´ a wolf on your noggin?
What you knowin´ about wearing a fur fox skin?
I´m digging, I´m digging
I´m searching right through that luggage, yo
One man´s trash, that´s another man´s come-up
Your Granny, your Auntie, your Momma, your Mammy
I´ll take those flannel zebra jammies
Second-hand, I rock that motha
That built in onsie with the socks on that motha
I hit the party and they stop with that motha
P-peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Tryna get girls from my brand
No, no, no you won´t (No, no, Mama)
No, no, no you won´t (There is no way)
No, no, no you won´t
I wear your grandad´s clothes, I look incredible
I´m in this big ol´ coat
From that thrift shop down the road (Poppin´ tags!)
I´m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I´m, I´m, I´m huntin´
Looking for a come-up
This is freaking awesome
Everybody!
I´m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I´m, I´m, I´m huntin´
Looking for a come-up
This is freaking awesome
([Mitch:] Hey, Avi, is that your Grandad´s coat?)
([Avi:] SHUT UP, FOOL!)
([Mitch:] Sorry...)
What, what, what
What, what, what, what, yo
What, what, what, what, what, what, hey!
I´m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I´m, I´m, I´m huntin´
Looking for a come-up
This is freaking awesome
Yo, walk into the club like, what up?
I got a big duck
I´m so pumped about some kicks from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, yo it´s so dang frosty
The people like, "Yo! Where´d you get that shirt, Scotty?"
Rolling in, rolling deep, headed 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 should´ve washed this ´cuz it smells like Mitch Grassi´s feet
Ooh, what? Diss!
But hey, it was ninety-nine cents!
Now you´re copping it, washing it
´Bout to go and get some compliments
Passin´ up on those moccasins someone else has been walking in
But me grungy, forget it, man
I ain´t stuntin´ and flossin´
I´m saving my money and I´m super happy that´s a bargain!
Imma take your grandpa´s style, Imma take your grandpa´s style
No, for real, ask your grandpa
Can I have his hand me downs?
Velour jump suit and some house slippers
Bookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin´
They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a fleece blanket, and then I bought a kneeboard, yeah
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Miller
John Wayne ain´t got nothin´ on my fringe game, oh no
I could take some pro-wings
Make them cool and sell those
The sneaker heads will be like
"Aw, you got them velcro!"
I´m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I´m, I´m, I´m huntin´
Looking for a come-up
This is freaking awesome
Yo, what you know about rockin´ a wolf on your noggin?
What you knowin´ about wearing a fur fox skin?
I´m digging, I´m digging
I´m searching right through that luggage, yo
One man´s trash, that´s another man´s come-up
Your Granny, your Auntie, your Momma, your Mammy
I´ll take those flannel zebra jammies
Second-hand, I rock that motha
That built in onsie with the socks on that motha
I hit the party and they stop with that motha
P-peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Tryna get girls from my brand
No, no, no you won´t (No, no, Mama)
No, no, no you won´t (There is no way)
No, no, no you won´t
I wear your grandad´s clothes, I look incredible
I´m in this big ol´ coat
From that thrift shop down the road (Poppin´ tags!)
I´m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I´m, I´m, I´m huntin´
Looking for a come-up
This is freaking awesome
Everybody!
I´m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I´m, I´m, I´m huntin´
Looking for a come-up
This is freaking awesome
([Mitch:] Hey, Avi, is that your Grandad´s coat?)
([Avi:] SHUT UP, FOOL!)
([Mitch:] Sorry...)