paroles de chanson Thrift Shop - Dance DJ

What what, what, what
What what, what, what
What what, what, what
What what, what, what
Better go, better go, better go down
Better go, better go, better go down
Better go, better go, better go down
Better go, better go, better go down
Better go, better go, better go down
Better go, better go, better go down
Better go, better go, better go down
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I-I-I'm huntin', 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 buy some shit from a thrift shop
Ice in the fringe is so damn frosty
The people like "damn that's a cold ass honky"
Rolling in hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink 'cept my gator shoes those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girl standing next to me
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
But shit it was 99 cents
I get company watchin' it
Bout to go and get some compliments
Passing up on those moccasins
Someone else will be walking in
Bummy and grungy fuck it
Man I am stunting and flossing and saving my money
I'm like hella happy there's a bargain bitch
I'mma take your grandpa's style
I'mma 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 diggin'
They had a broken keyboard
I bought a broken keyboard
I brought a skeet blanket
Then I brought a knee board
Hello, hello my ace man my mellow
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hello
I could take some crow wings
Make 'em cool and sell those
The sneaker heads will be like
"Ah, he got the velcros"
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I-I-I'm huntin', 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 huntin', lookin' for a come up
This is fucking awesome
What you know about rocking a wolf for your noggin
What you knowin' about wearing a fur fox skin
I'm diggin', I'm diggin', 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 her skirt
I'm at the goodwill you can find me in the (hot sauce)
I'm not I'm not sorry you changing the section (hot sauce)
Your grammy, your auntie, your mommy, your mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies second hand
And rock that motherfucker
The build your onesie with the sun zone motherfucker
I hit the party and they stoppin' the motherfucker
They be like, "Oh that Gucci that 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 your sibling ruined 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 the club is a hella don't
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Tryna get girls from a grand man you hella won't
Man you hella won't
(Goodwill, keep shopping)
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got 20 dollars in my pocket
I-I-I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up
This is fucking awesome
I'll wear your granddad's clothes
I look incredible
I'm in this big ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road
I'll wear your granddad's clothes
I 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 huntin', lookin' for a come up
This is fucking awesome
Is that your grandma's coat?