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teejayflow - thrift shop (cover) lyrics

hey macklemore, can we go thrift shopping?

no!

(verse 1)
actually the name’s teejayflow
f-ck macklemore he has to pay for his hoes
i don’t even ask them they tell me where to go
cause i lay it down like my raps drastic cl-ssic madness
tactics filled with all of my baggage
call me insect repellant i squish all the whack sh-t
honestly i’m p-ssed cause this tracks distractin’
i don’t got much money but i’m ready for some action
my p-ssion has been infiltrated by madmen
they am-ss fans who are stupid and go platinum
let’s cut all the actin’ i’m ready for the caption

(hook)
i’m gonna pop some tags
only got twenty dollars in my pocket
i’m huntin’, lookin’ for a come up
this is f-cking awesome

(verse 2)
honestly
this tracks a waste of time
i need reasons to rhyme so i’m choosin’ to define
how these lame whack shame cr-p songs get refined
and pumped out of a factory like they were made in china
this is just a reminder
how rap used to have heart but now it has v-g-n-
you think you hard but i know you’re a pariah
i’m the new age prophet call me jeremiah
i just so happen to possess the maya
call me messiah
because i make you see things outside of dreams
like your thoughts when your head’s in p-rnographic magazines
oh d-mn!
did you forget i’m the man with the plan with less than a grand to my name
such a shame how everybody that gets fame is lame
nowadays now it pays to drop your soul on blades
you’re not me why would i care if you get laid
you caused me so you should prepare for renegade
teejay b-tch cause i’ll put flares into your cage
when the nwo makes you their slave
i wasn’t created or even made
i just got p-ssed and that paved the way
i wonder how it feels to get paid to say
a bunch of brainwashing sh-t to make kids enslaved

(hook)
i’m gonna pop some tags
only got twenty dollars in my pocket
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 huntin’, lookin’ for a come up
this is f-cking awesome

(interlude)
i mean, have you noticed?
has no one noticed this?
the fact that
stupid -ss dances
and songs about bullsh-t are getting famous

(verse 3)
you think you can spit
well all my sh-t’s legit
everything is writ
by my hand you buy lyrics like it’s contraband
i’ll slam you in the sand and disband command
you have over fake f-cks stuck in your plan
i’m the man
b-tch
i’mma get my d-ck l!cked while i slit this b-tch cl-t
with a several meter d-ck b-tch
must admit i like me a thick b-tch
if she fat or skinny she’s not realistic
real lip stick stuck on my d-ck sh-t
guess i gotta go take a shower
but if i really wanted to i’d get it any hour
not a dime to my name but still a man in power
when it comes to lunch that p-ssy is devoured
look at opposition laugh as they cower
compet-tion in my position is like composition missin’ in the song you made a diss in
call up my mistress
cause my d-ck filled with distress
when i’m in her -ss guaranteed she’ll get stressed
til i bust a nut all over her thick chest
then tell her to clean up around my huge d-ck fest
b-tch!

(hook)
i’m gonna pop some tags
only got twenty dollars in my pocket
i’m huntin’, lookin’ for a come up
this is f-cking awesome
i wear your grand dad’s clothes
i look incredible
i’m in this big -ss coat from that thrift shop down the road
i wear your grand dad’s clothes
i look incredible
i’m in this big -ss coat from that thrift shop down the road
i’m gonna pop some tags
only got twenty dollars in my pocket
i’m huntin’, lookin’ for a come up
this is f-cking awesome

(verse 4)
do you think less of me for tellin’ the truth
the truth is brutal ain’t it let me text you the proof
used to have a closet that i used for a booth
no soundproofing so i guess that’s my excuse
i get loose on a track like a p-ssy’s abused
i drop nukes on a track like it wasn’t defused
you want me on the track well sorry your verse lose
you punk-ss b-tch sh-t ain’t it past curfew

(outro)
who the f-ck turned off the music?
f-ck it, keep it in there b-tch!
i’m a loose cannon, bruce bannon!
f-ckin’ gl-ss cannon b-tch
but ya’ll can’t see me
and ya’ll can’t be me
that’s the worst part about it, b-tches!

- teejayflow lyrics

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