Lyrics:
Leave the bullshit at the door
Of the thrift shop
Paying for everything
That a bitch cop
I thank God he made me this Hot
Let's go shopping
All I love
I be ready to cash all in
Not too many people know where I been
Secret lovers
Used to claim as friends
Days off
Sometimes I refuse to roll in
Thrift
(Whatever it is your doing keep doing it.... I know)
Live every day like its your last
Gotta smile today i hope this last
Lets hit the thrift store
peers and everyone will love your new look
So what are you waiting for?
Find the right fit for you today
Pull up to the thrift
Need some new drip
Cop
before you ever chat
Lining up the bargain like it's Black Friday night
Got that thrift store swag looking oh so right
Multiplying fashion sense
Every little scene, bathing in the sun
In and out of frame, these stories come undone
I'll watch you drink coffee from your thrift store mug
Pore over
to the ones
That just wanna play
That set out to get out
And do their own thing
The rules they shift
But they stay the same
Thrift store theatrics
And four
row, I was sitting by you
Right before Mr. Ammond's class
'Cause my mom couldn't afford new Js
Polos, thrift store, thrift clothes that was all I knew
a crop top (yuh)
Take that gally my way(My way)
Bring that gally my way (oh)
Take that gally my way (My way)
We're gonna pop in a thrift shop, then we gon
when you turned away
You left a scar (thrift store)
Thrift store
Thrift store
Sweater
Twice as worn in
Twice as worn in
I was cast away once
when you turned away
You left a scar (thrift store)
Thrift store
Thrift store
Sweater
Twice as worn in
Twice as worn in
I was cast away once
Thrift
I sit here all knowing
Knowing nothing here at all, yeah
My cuts spread slower
Pig hands reach into my sides, yeah
I hate this life you give
bag
Im in my bag
It’s from the thrift shop
I guess that’s the gag
Oooop
My bad
Niggas changing like that climate
Shawty bad yeah she a dime bag
No
stops where it’s safe to sleep
Yeah, I roll up to every show in style
I’m a white hot country mess
In cowgirl boots and a thrift store dress
Paying my
making deposits
And don't even count it
Aye how ya do that
Make every moment lemonade
Aye how ya do that
Turn thrift shop into Givenchy
Aye how ya do that
wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
'Less you dumpster dive at your local thrift store parking lot
Or you cut your hair with your mama's kitchen scissors
Your
Sketchers looking like Balenciaga
Thrift clothes looking like the Prada
Whole fit lit, it cost me nada
Bitches always talking, I give them all
a come-up
This is fucking awesome
Nah Walk up to the club like, What up, I got a big cock!
I'm just pumped, just bought some shit from the thrift shop
that it got into you
There's no doubt
Here lies Amelia Bright
In a red 50's dress
From a thrift shop nearby
I laid on the ground and stared at the sky
the yacht club
Parents got money, but they ain't rich
I got Gucci, but I prefer to thrift
I'm hot shit, you know how it is
I'm an indie, edgy, cool kid
That Lil bit bad
Ima hit that shit just like super smash
Blowing on dro in the whip going fast
Cashed out at the thrift I don't even fuck with Saks
I
Tucked shirt and navy blue jeans I got from the old thrift store
Rolled cuffs above my socks with my new Chuck Taylors on the floor and
Do you think
always riding, no bikes, trek
Come to the ends dudes are fighting
I took your girl thrift shoppin' copped her some guess (Yes)
And now she's kissin' on my
She like snorting snow
And wearing vintage clothes yeah
She like snorting snow
And wearing vintage clothes
Thrift store drip from head to toe
And she
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