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good thrift, m.a.c.k city - el zoinko lyrics lyrics

[intro: macklemore]
what+what, what, what, what?
what+what, what, what, what?
what+what, what, what?
what+what, what, what?
what+what, what, what, what?
what+what, what, what, what?
what+what, what, what?
what+what?

[verse 1: macklemore]
now, walk into the club like, “what up? i got a big c+ck”
nah, i’m just pumped, i bought some sh+t from a thrift shop
ice on the fringe is so d+mn frosty
the people like, “d+mn, that’s a cold+ass honkey”
rollin’ in h+lla deep, headed to the mezzanine
dressed in all pink ‘cept my gator shoes, those are green
draped in a leopard mink, girl standin’ next to me
probably should’ve washed this, smells like r. kelly sheets
p+ss
sh+t, it was ninety+nine cents (bag it)
coppin’ it, washin’ it, ’bout to go and get some compliments
passin’ up on those moccasins someone еlse has been walkin’ in
bummy and grungy, f+ck it, man, i am stunting and flossin’
and saving my money and i’m h+lla happy, that’s a bargain, b+tch
[pre+chorus: macklemore]
i’ma takе 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 knee board
h+llo, h+llo, my ace man, my mellow
john wayne ain’t got nothing on my fringe game, h+ll no

[chorus: wanz]
i’m gonna pop some tags
only got twenty dollars in my pocket
i’m, i’m, i’m huntin’, lookin’ for a come up
this is f+cking awesome
i’m gonna pop some tags
only got twenty dollars in my pocket
i’m, i’m, i’m huntin’, lookin’ for a come up
this is f+cking awesome

[verse 2: macklemore]
what you know about rockin’ a wolf on your noggin?
what you knowin’ about wearin’ a fur fox skin?
i’m diggin’, i’m diggin’, i’m searchin’ right through that luggage
one man’s trash, that’s another man’s come up
thank your granddad for donatin’ that plaid b+tton+
up shirt ’cause right now, i’m up in here stuntin’
i’m at the goodwill, you can find me in the bins
i’m not, i’m not stuck on searchin’ in that section (men’s)
your grammy, your auntie, your mama, your mammy
i’ll take those flannel zebra jammies second hand and rock that, motherf+cker
the built+in 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 h+lla 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 b+tch sh+t
i call that getting+swindled+and+pimped sh+t
i call that getting tricked by business
that shirt’s h+lla dope
and having the same one as six other people in this club is a h+lla don’t
peep game, come take a look through my telescope
tryna get girls from a brand? man, you h+lla won’t
man, you h+lla won’t
[outro: brooklyn grinnell]
goodwill
poppin’ tags
is that your grandma’s coat?

- good thrift m a c k city lyrics

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