Tryna Beat The Thrill

Lyrics

[Intro: Jermaine Dupri] Yeah Yeah Johnny, turn the music up I, I, I need that shit 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 shit, 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 nigga played with me for real, he end up goin' to hell 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 niggas don't press no issue (Yeah), these niggas ain't shootin' no pistols (Nah) Bad bitch come with her friend too, that pussy don't pop, it whistle Okay, diamonds, they cut, they crystal, ooh (Damn) Diamonds, they cut, they chiseled 'Bout to knock this bitch on her mental (Uh-huh) 'Bout to drop this shit on my finsta (Okay) I'm a goddamn 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 goddamn farm in Lenox (Damn) Brought a goddamn 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 bitch get bored, attack (Attack) I want a lil' bit more than that Fifteen summers, still gettin' called, I'm the fuckin' GOAT (Damn) Bad bitches, white toes, got a fuckin' boat (Come on) If that bitch ever told, they gon' cut his throat (His throat) If that bitch ever fold, they gon' touch his folks (Touch his folks) Can't trust a fuckin' soul (Fuckin' soul), gotta talk in code (Talk in code) If I tell 'em yes (Tell 'em yes), they gon' fuckin' know (Fuckin' know) Bullets stop the vest (The vest), they gon' fuckin' go (Fuckin' go) Soon as he cop Patek (Patek), they gon' rough his door (Uh-huh) Soon as he cop the 'Vette (The 'Vette), they gon' fuck his ho (His ho) Soon as she leave the house (The house), they gon' take her home