lirik lagu jermaine dupri - tryna beat the thrill
[intro: jermaine dupri]
yeah
yeah
johnny, turn the music up
i, i, i need that sh~t to knock
skooly
y’all know what this is
[verse: skooly & jermaine dupri]
okay, i’m straight out atlanta (yeah)
where i caught your favorite model
i’m straight out atlanta
where grady havin’ baby problems
i’m straight out atlanta
probably gamblin’ like vegas probably
i’m straight out atlanta
flew to houston for them baby bottles (go)
straight up out atlanta (woah), i don’t even tie my shoestrings (yeah)
fell in love with a dancer (huh), magic city mood swings
i’m blacker than a panther (yeah), i’m iced out, i ain’t too plain (uh)
hotter than cabanas (uh), did this on a tuesday (come on)
she like watchin’ the cameras, i got my eyes on scanners (yeah)
i ain’t tryna knock your standards, baby (uh~uh), but i’m tryna hide the standard (y’all don’t evеn know i got it)
i’m the sh~t, but i got no pampers (yeah)
i’m rich, so i still gеt pampered (yeah)
i’m lit, so i still get dancers (okay)
michael jackson, tryna beat the thrill, it just won’t sell
last n~gga played with me for real, he end up goin’ to h~ll
if you don’t do what they told you, they ain’t ain’t your friend (yeah)
i’m tryna keep my ho just like my dough just like my benz (keep goin’, keep goin’)
safe to say i’m thankful for where i been
safe to say i did it and i ain’t gotta tell you what i did
okay, you gon’ hear my image, but you gon’ see me in the print
man, this flow is stone cold, hotter than some grits
okay, these n~ggas don’t press no issue (yeah), these n~ggas ain’t shootin’ no pistols (nah)
bad b~tch come with her friend too, that p~ssy don’t pop, it whistle
okay, diamonds, they cut, they crystal, ooh (d~mn)
diamonds, they cut, they chiseled
’bout to knock this b~tch on her mental (uh~huh)
’bout to drop this sh~t on my finsta (okay)
i’m a godd~mn dog, no tender (yeah)
i’ma be done hit ’em all in a minute
i’ma be the one to call in a minute (talk to ’em)
i was really in the mall with the chicken
brought a godd~mn farm in lenox (d~mn)
brought a godd~mn barn in saks
rockin’ lv orange slides
look like candy corn
i pull up in a foreign, no flats
i hop out with the cord, attach
when this b~tch get bored, attack (attack)
i want a lil’ bit more than that
fifteen summers, still gettin’ called, i’m the f~ckin’ goat (d~mn)
bad b~tches, white toes, got a f~ckin’ boat (come on)
if that b~tch ever told, they gon’ cut his throat (his throat)
if that b~tch ever fold, they gon’ touch his folks (touch his folks)
can’t trust a f~ckin’ soul (f~ckin’ soul), gotta talk in code (talk in code)
if i tell ’em yes (tell ’em yes), they gon’ f~ckin’ know (f~ckin’ know)
bullets stop the vest (the vest), they gon’ f~ckin’ go (f~ckin’ go)
soon as he cop patek (patek), they gon’ rough his door (uh~huh)
soon as he cop the ‘vette (the ‘vette), they gon’ f~ck his ho (his ho)
soon as she leave the house (the house), they gon’ take her home
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