The BossHoss - Thrift Shop Lyrics

Hey BossHoss, can we go thrift shopping?
(What, what, what, what, what, what, what )
What, what, what, what, what, what, what (bada, badada, badada, bada)

I'm gonna pop some tags only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I I'm I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is f*cking awesome
Nah, walk up to the club like, "what up I got a big cock!"
I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it's so dang frosty
That people like, "dang that's a cold ass honky"
Rollin' in hella deep headed 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 should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets (piss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in
Bummy and grungy, f*ck it man I am stuntin' and flossin' 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
Ain't for real ask your grandpa can I have his handmedowns?
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, then I bought a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my mellow
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'm I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is f*cking awesome
I'm gonna pop some tags only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I I'm I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is f*cking 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 buttonup 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 stuck, I'm searchin' in that section
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, secondhand, I rock that motherf*cker
The builtin onesie with the socks on the motherf*cker
I hit the party and they stop in that motherf*cker
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 Tshirt that's just some ignorant bitch shit
I call that getting swindled and pimped
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's hella though 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
Tryna get girls from a brand and you hella won't
Man you hella won't

I'm gonna pop some tags only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I, I'm, I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is f*cking awesome

I'll wear your granddad's clothes
I look incredible
I'm in this big ass coat
From the thrift shop down the road
I'll wear your granddad's clothes
I look incredible
I'm in this big ass coat
From the thrift shop down the road

I'm gonna pop some tags only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I I'm, I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is f*cking awesome