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Veronica Cooper - Thug Story Lyrics



Veronica Cooper - Thug Story Lyrics




Tell you about this nigga from the sands
He used to be the man
Now he run the block
Pull up with a glock
And Pull it like BAM thank you mam
What a Sham, fascinated by the finer things
Like designer rings and girls with low self-esteem
Wants a couple rides, throw in a limousine
About 2 or 3 houses in the Philippines
His dreams were bigger than his pockets
His homeboys telling him he should drop it
But he swears on his mama he gonna cop it
With his head in his hands he says losings not an option
So he makes a plan with no Conscience
Grabs a couple of toys, a Concoction
Now he patroling the streets
Breaths in, finds money
And now he's locked in

You could hear his heartbeat
As he was holding the heat
Sitting in the backseat
Sweating like an Athlete
He was plotting on the next man
Spotted one with a dark tan, Hopped out the van
Like Niggas whats up man
Oh God I don't really want no problems
Hand over the keys, Wallet, trust me it would solve it
But the man of our story was being thoughtless
He wanted everything this nigga had but his knowledge
So his next move was pretty impulsive
He knocked the man out, Ill sell his organs for auction
He was rocking a Cuban, I bet I could pawn it
And from the looks of it, Ima get away, I'll be flossing
Drove off into the sunset
Digging thru wallets, beliving in his come up
Forgetting about cautions
The man in the backseat was fully unconscious
But little did he know that someone was watching

Now he about to have some problems with these niggas
They the type to fully ride out for they niggas
The type to throw your body in a bag in pieces
And throw you overboard for the leeches
But our man was in a different mindset
All he was thinking about was cashing them checks
Rolling around in a Beamer, flashing a Rolex
Grabbing a few boards, paying off a few debts
Blink of an eye, All of that was put to rest
They pulled on him at the red light
Pop Pop Pop
3 Shots at our man's neck
Red light special all over the blvd
They took this dude for everything he had
All the way down to his Dorag
And left him on the streets in his own blood
So I wonder what the story really teaches us

DAMN Karma
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Tell you about this nigga from the sands
He used to be the man
Now he run the block
Pull up with a glock
And Pull it like BAM thank you mam
What a Sham, fascinated by the finer things
Like designer rings and girls with low self-esteem
Wants a couple rides, throw in a limousine
About 2 or 3 houses in the Philippines
His dreams were bigger than his pockets
His homeboys telling him he should drop it
But he swears on his mama he gonna cop it
With his head in his hands he says losings not an option
So he makes a plan with no Conscience
Grabs a couple of toys, a Concoction
Now he patroling the streets
Breaths in, finds money
And now he's locked in

You could hear his heartbeat
As he was holding the heat
Sitting in the backseat
Sweating like an Athlete
He was plotting on the next man
Spotted one with a dark tan, Hopped out the van
Like Niggas whats up man
Oh God I don't really want no problems
Hand over the keys, Wallet, trust me it would solve it
But the man of our story was being thoughtless
He wanted everything this nigga had but his knowledge
So his next move was pretty impulsive
He knocked the man out, Ill sell his organs for auction
He was rocking a Cuban, I bet I could pawn it
And from the looks of it, Ima get away, I'll be flossing
Drove off into the sunset
Digging thru wallets, beliving in his come up
Forgetting about cautions
The man in the backseat was fully unconscious
But little did he know that someone was watching

Now he about to have some problems with these niggas
They the type to fully ride out for they niggas
The type to throw your body in a bag in pieces
And throw you overboard for the leeches
But our man was in a different mindset
All he was thinking about was cashing them checks
Rolling around in a Beamer, flashing a Rolex
Grabbing a few boards, paying off a few debts
Blink of an eye, All of that was put to rest
They pulled on him at the red light
Pop Pop Pop
3 Shots at our man's neck
Red light special all over the blvd
They took this dude for everything he had
All the way down to his Dorag
And left him on the streets in his own blood
So I wonder what the story really teaches us

DAMN Karma
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Writer: Jazmyn Jones Akins, Jazmyn Jones-Akins
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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Performed By: Veronica Cooper
Language: English
Length: 2:44
Written by: Jazmyn Jones Akins, Jazmyn Jones-Akins

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