Letra de 'Thrift Shop (feat. Macklemore & Ryan Lewis)' de Krysta Youngs

What, what, what, what

I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I, I, I’m hunting, lookin’ for a come-up
This is fucking awesome

Walk into the club like: What up, I got a big cock
I’m so pumped, I bought some shit from a thrift shop
Ice in the fridge is so damn frosty
The people like: Damn, that’s a cold ass honkey
Rollin’ in hella deep, headed to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink, except my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink girls standin’ next to me
Probably should have washed this, it smells like R. Kelly’s sheets
Piss
But shit, it was 99 cents
If I get caught in it, washin’ it
‘Bout to go and get some compliments passin’ up on those moccasins
Someone else has been walkin’ ‘in, but me and grungie fuckin’ ‘em
I am stuntin’ and flossin’ and savin’ my money
And I’m hella happy, that’s a bargain, bitch
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
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 mello
John Wayne ain’t got nothing on my friends game
Hell no!
I can take some pro wings make ‘em cool, sell those
The sneaker heads will be like
Ah, he got the Velcro

I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I, I, I’m hunting, lookin’ for a come-up
This is fucking awesome
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I, I, I’m hunting, lookin’ for a come-up
This is fucking awesome

What you know ‘bout rockin’ the 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
One man’s trash, that’s another man’s come-up
Thank your grand dad for donating that plaid button-up shirt
‘Cause right now I’m up in hurr stuntin’
I’m at the Goodwill, you can find me in the bins
I’m not, I’m not, I’m not searching in that section
Your grandma, your aunty, your momma, you mammy
I’ll take those flannel zebra ‘jammies secondhand, I’ll rock that motherfucker
They built an onesie with the socks on the motherfucker
I hit the party and they stopped that motherfucker
They be like: Oh! That Gucci, that’s hella tight
I’m like: Yo! That’s 50 dollars for a t-shirt
Limited edition, let’s do some simple addition
50 Dollars for a t-shirt, that’s just some ignorant bitch
I call that getting swindled and pimped
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt’s hella dope and that bliss
I am one and six other people in this club is a hella don’t
Peek gang, come take a look through my telescope
Trying to get girls with my brand, man, you hella won’t
Man, you hella won’t

I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I, I, I’m hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome

I wear your grand dad’s clothes
I look incredible
I’m in this big ass coat from that thrift shop down the road
I'll wear your grand dad’s clothes
I’ll look incredible
I’m in this big ass coat from that thrift shop down the road

I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I, I, I’m hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome