Ting Shop Shaqlemore by Reeez fgt Lyrics

[Intro: Big Shaq & Macklemore (Together)]
"Hey, Macklemore, can we go thrift shopping?"
What what, what, what
What what, what, what
What what, what, what
What what, what, what
What what, what, what
Skrrrahh, pap, skya, pap, pudrrrr-boom, ka
Bada, bada, bada doo da
What what, what, what
Skrrrahh, pap, skya, pap, pudrrrr-boom, ka
Bada, bada, bada doo da
What what, what, what
Skrrrahh, pap, skya, pap, pudrrrr-boom, ka
Bada, bada, bada doo da
What what, what, what
Skrrrahh, pap, skya, pap, pudrrrr-boom, ka, yo
Bada, bada, bada doo da
Skrrrahh, pap, skya, pap, pudrrrr-boom, ka
Bada, bada, bada doo da
Skrrrahh, pap, skya, pap, pudrrrr-boom, ka
Bada, bada, bada doo da
Skrrrahh, pap, skya, pap, pudrrrr-boom, ka
Bada, bada, bada doo da
Skrrrahh, pap, skya, pap, pudrrrr-boom, ka, ow
Bada, bada, bada doo da
[Chorus: Big Shaq & Wanz in background]
I'm gonna spin his jaw (I'm gonna pop some tags)
Just got the raw sauce in my jacket (Only got twenty dollars in my pocket)
I'm, I'm, I'm ducking, he's got the pumpy (I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up)
Ting is fucking saucy (This is fucking awesome)

[Verse 1: Big Shaq]
Now
I trap on the road like, "What? I got a big cock"
Man's not hot, I got the sauce for Big Shaq
Asznee, my man, he's got the frisbee
You man were like, "Damn, that's a cold ass pumpy"
Chillin' in the corridor, it was 1, 2, 3 and 4
My man Asznee on the park, on the block, smoke trees
4 minus 1, that's 3, quick maths; you get me?
Hold tight my girl Whitney, looking like Asznee
Stinks... (Perfect)
Big Shaq, it was forty-four cents! (Bag it)
Gonna take your daddy's sauce, gonna take your daddy's sauce
When I see him, let him know, I'm gonna spin his jaw
Hold tight Asznee, he's got thе pumpy
Hold tight my man, he's got the frisbee
The ting goеs skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka
Du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun
Poom, poom-poom-kun
Yo, your girl knows, "Ah, he got the raw sauce"
[Chorus: Big Shaq & Wanz in background]
I'm gonna spin his jaw (I'm gonna pop some tags)
Just got the raw sauce in my jacket, you dun know (Only got twenty dollars in my pocket)
I'm, I'm, I'm ducking, he's got the pumpy (I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up)
Ting is fucking saucy (This is fucking awesome)

I'm gonna spin his jaw (I'm gonna pop some tags)
Just got the raw sauce in my jacket (Only got twenty dollars in my pocket)
I'm, I'm, I'm ducking, he's got the pumpy (I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up)
Ting is fucking saucy (This is fucking awesome)

[Interlude: Roadman Shaq & Charlie Sloth]
Boom, man's gonna come back in (yeah, yeah)
You know like that? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You're feelin' that? (yeah, yeah, bad, bad)
You dun know, I see you shiverin' and that
Don't get shook man's here (aight)
You protected-ed, yeah? (aight, let's do it)
Aight, boom
One man's sauce is my man's ketchup

[Verse 2: Big Shaq & Macklemore]
Yo
The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka
Du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun
Poom, poom-poom-kun
Skibiki-pap-pap (Brand? Man, you hella won't!)
Alright (Man, you hella won't!)
[Interlude: Big Shaq]
Yeah, yeah
Fire-fire-fire in the booth (Goodwill, poppin' tags, yeah!)
You get me, man's not hot
I tell her man's not hot, hah, cot

[Chorus: Big Shaq & Wanz in background]
I'm gonna spin his jaw (I'm gonna pop some tags)
Just got the raw sauce in my jacket (Only got twenty dollars in my pocket)
I'm, I'm, I'm ducking, he's got the pumpy (I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up)
Ting is fucking saucy (This is fucking awesome, oh!)

[Bridge: Big Shaq & Wanz in background]
Your dad is forty-four (I'll wear your granddad's clothes)
Still callin' for a draw (I look incredible)
I'm gonna spin his jaw (I'm in this big-ass coat)
In that ting shop down the road (From that thrift shop down the road)
Your dad is forty-four (I'll wear your granddad's clothes (Damn right))
When I see him, let him know (I look incredible (Now come on, man))
Man can never be hot (I’m in this big-ass coat (Big-ass coat))
I said babes, man's not hot (From that thrift shop down the road (Let's go, come on!))

[Chorus: Big Shaq & Wanz in background]
I'm gonna spin his jaw (I'm gonna pop some tags)
Just got the raw sauce in my jacket (Only got twenty dollars in my pocket)
I'm, I'm, I'm ducking, he's got the pumpy (I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up)
Ting is fucking saucy (This is fucking awesome, oh!)

[Outro: Big Shaq]
("Is that your grandma's?") Nope!
*recording studio shatters into pieces*