Don't Tell Em (beast Mix) Lyrics - Ace Hood

Mustard on the beat, ho! 

Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion 

Girl, I guess that must be you 

Body like the summer, fuck it like no other 

Don't you tell 'em what we do 

Don't tell 'em 

Don't tell 'em 

You ain't even 

Don't tell 'em 

Don't tell 'em 

You ain't even 

You ain't even gotta tell 'em 

Don't you tell 'em 

Don't you tell 'em 

You ain't even 

Don't you tell 'em 

Don't you tell 'em 

You ain't even 

You ain't even gotta tell 'em 

Don't tell 'em 

Don't tell 'em 

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Know you say you down with it 

Won't tell 'em how you hit the ground with it 

Girl, you know I'm from Chicago, 

I act a fool Bobby Brown with it 

In it, nobody take me out though 

You got gifts bring 'em down to the south pole 

Marathon doll gon' puttin' miles 

Don't you worry 'bout it might gon' work it out 

Only it's you got me feeling like this 

Oh why, why, why, why 

Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips 

That's right, right, right, right, right 

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Dely full, full with it 

But you know I know what to do with it 

I get it at, girl, I'm talking laps 

As if you got to pull with it 

And since she ain't with your best friend 

Then let me be your diamond 

You know you feeling how your boy press play 

Just keep that ass re-winding 

Only it's you got me feeling like this 

Ooh why, why, why, why, why 

Loving while grabbing the rhythm your hips 

That's right, right, right, right, right 

Throw it up 9-3-4, 8-6-1-6 

I gotta missed call from your bitch 

She been plotting on me for a cool minute 

She wanna' suck my dick, and I'm cool with it 

I like her in the shower, when it's wet and fresh 

On my late-night thirsty, 'cause it was late-night and I was thirsty 

Girl, I been to that county girl, I ain't telling 

Handcuff me to the bed, girl, it ain't no bailing 

I keep a stack of hundreds like I keep a secret 

If anything you were just exploring, you wasn't cheating 

She got my number stored under fake names 

Her nigga think she faithful, but she running game 

YOLO, so take me out these Polos 

And we can fuck from Uno to Ocho 

Only it's you got me feeling like this 

Oh why, why, why, why 

Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips 

That's right, right, right, right, right