thrift (not clean version) 8 bit hip hop

Chorus (Female Artist)
I’m gonna pop some tags, only got two bucks in my pocket,
Chiptune beats bangin’, yo, this style’s a rocket.
Thrift shop swagger, 8-bit dreams in my head,
Rockin’ secondhand threads, leavin’ trends for dead.

Verse 2
Got them corduroy pants, they squeak when I walk,
Pair ‘em with some shades, yeah, I’m ready to talk.
Sneakers from the ‘90s, laces all worn out,
But I’m flexin’ in the shop, shittin’ on the clout.
Pass the fur coat, it’s a little bit musty,
Smells like old cologne, but my vibe ain’t rusty.
Fuck the snobs who diss the thrift, you’re all outta touch,
My secondhand game’s tight, you’re spendin’ too much.

Bridge
Beep-boop, synths hit, let the chiptune drop,
Arcade vibes spinnin’ while I’m thriftin’ nonstop.
Got a boombox blarin’ from the back of the store,
Retro game soundtracks, yeah, I’m beggin’ for more.
One man’s trash is another man’s gold,
You thrift shop haters, your style’s fuckin’ old.
From the NES to the kicks on my feet,
Thrift shop’s my level, and I’m bringin’ the heat.

Outro
Yo, I’m walkin’ out clean, got a deal for a dime,
8-bit break beats keep my flow in its prime.
Thrift shop’s my game, I’m the king of this scene,
Fuck the haters, I’m the boss of this chiptune dream.

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Verse 1 Yo, I’m rollin’ through the thrift shop, bins fuckin’ overflowin’, Pockets light but my style’s straight glowin’. Got a flannel shirt, cost me fifty damn cents, Rockin’ retro threads, yeah, I’m feelin’ immense. Velour tracksuit, it’s a little bit frayed, But I’m lookin’ like a king from the arcade. Diggin’ through the racks, find a jacket with flair, Fuck the haters, I don’t care, their style’s a nightmare. Chorus (Female Artist) I’m gonna pop some tags, only got two bucks in my pocket, Chiptune beats bangin’, yo, this style’s a rocket. Thrift shop swagger, 8-bit dreams in my head, Rockin’ secondhand threads, leavin’ trends for dead. Verse 2 Got them corduroy pants, they squeak when I walk, Pair ‘em with some shades, yeah, I’m ready to talk. Sneakers from the ‘90s, laces all worn out, But I’m flexin’ in the shop, shittin’ on the clout. Pass the fur coat, it’s a little bit musty, Smells like old cologne, but my vibe ain’t rusty. Fuck the snobs who diss the thrift, you’re all outta touch, My secondhand game’s tight, you’re spendin’ too much. Chorus (Female Artist) I’m gonna pop some tags, only got two bucks in my pocket, Chiptune beats bangin’, yo, this style’s a rocket. Thrift shop swagger, 8-bit dreams in my head, Rockin’ secondhand threads, leavin’ trends for dead. Bridge Beep-boop, synths hit, let the chiptune drop, Arcade vibes spinnin’ while I’m thriftin’ nonstop. Got a boombox blarin’ from the back of the store, Retro game soundtracks, yeah, I’m beggin’ for more. One man’s trash is another man’s gold, You thrift shop haters, your style’s fuckin’ old. From the NES to the kicks on my feet, Thrift shop’s my level, and I’m bringin’ the heat. Chorus (Female Artist) I’m gonna pop some tags, only got two bucks in my pocket, Chiptune beats bangin’, yo, this style’s a rocket. Thrift shop swagger, 8-bit dreams in my head, Rockin’ secondhand threads, leavin’ trends for dead. Outro Yo, I’m walkin’ out clean, got a deal for a dime, 8-bit break beats keep my flow in its prime. Thrift shop’s my game, I’m the king of this scene, Fuck the haters, I’m the boss of this chiptune dream.

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