Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox — Thrift Shop lyrics

Lyrics

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 damn frosty
That people like, «Damn! That’s a cold ass honkey.»
It was ninety-nine cents!
Bag it!
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dolars 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 twenty dolars in my pocket
I-I-I'm huntin' lookin' for a come-up
This is fucking awesome