Im Gonna Pop Some Tags Lyrics By Macklemore And Ryan Lewis. Main song words are I’m gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I I’m hunting, looking for a come-up.
Im Gonna Pop Some Tags Lyrics
Hey, Macklemore! Can we go thrift shopping?
What, what, what, what… (8x)
Bada, bada, badadada (8x)
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I – I – I’m hunting, looking for a come-up
This is f^^king awesome
Nah, walk up to the club like, “What up? I got a big c^^k!”
I’m so pumped about some sh^t from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it’s so damn frosty
That people like, “Damn! That’s a cold a^s honkey.”
Rollin’ in, hella deep, headin’ 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 shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly’s sheets
Piiisssssss
But—sh^t—it was ninety-nine cents! Bag it
Coppin’ it, washin’ it, ’bout to go and get some compliments
Pa^sin’ up on those moccasins someone else’s been walkin’ in
Bummy and grungy, f^^k it, man
I am stuntin’ and flossin’ and
Savin’ my money and I’m hella happy that’s a bargain, b^^^h
I’m a take your grandpa’s style, I’m a 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 Mello
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”
2x
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I – I – I’m hunting, looking for a come-up
This is f^^king 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 motherf^^ker
The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherf^^ker
I hit the party and they stop in that motherf^^ker
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 b^^^h. sh^t
I call that getting swindled and pimped. sh^t
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt’s hella dough
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
Goodwill… poppin’ tags… yeah!
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I – I – I’m hunting, looking for a come-up
This is f^^king awesome
I wear your granddad’s clothes
I look incredible
I’m in this big a^s coat
From that thrift shop down the road
I wear your granddad’s clothes, damn right
I look incredible, now come on, man
I’m in this big a^s coat, big a^s coat
From that thrift shop down the road. Let’s go
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I – I – I’m hunting, looking for a come-up
This is f^^king awesome
Is that your grandma’s coat?
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