The BossHoss — Thrift Shop

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Hey BossHoss, can we go thrift shopping?
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 fucking 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
(Piiisssssss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
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, fuck 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
No for real — ask your grandpa — can I have his hand-me-downs? (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 fucking 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 fucking 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 button-up 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, I’m not stuck, I’m searchin’ in that section (Uptons)
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I’ll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker
The built-in onesie with the socks on the motherfucker
I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker
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 bitch (shit)
I call that getting swindled and pimped, shit
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 fucking 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 fucking awesome