Don't Tell 'em Lyrics - Don't Tell 'em - Jeremih

feat. YG 

Mustard on the beat, ho! 

Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion 

Girl I guess that must be you 

Body like the summer, fucking like no other 

Don't you tell 'em what we do 

Don't tell 'em 

Don't tell 'em 

You don't even 

Don't tell 'em 

You don't even 

You don't even gotta tell 'em 

Don't you tell 'em 

Don't you tell 'em 

You and me 

Don't you tell 'em 

Don't you tell 'em 

You and me 

Don't you tell 'em 

Don't you tell 'em 

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Know you say you down wit it 

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

Girl you know I'm from Chicago, I act a fool, bobby brown wit it (in it) 

Nobody take me out tho 

You got gifts bring em down the south pole 

Marathon doll gon' puttin' miles 

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

Only is you got me feeling like this oohh why, why, why, why 

Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips 

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

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Girl you fufu wit it 

But you know I know what to do wit it 

I get it that girl I'm talking laps 

You said you got to pull wit it 

And she say she with your best friends 

Then let me be down wit 

You know you feeling now so press play 

Just keep that ass rewindin' 

Only wit you got it feel like this 

Ooh why, why, why, why, why 

Loving and grabbing the rhythm of the 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 plottin on me for a cool minute 

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

I like girls in the shower, when its 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 tellin 

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

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 runnin game 

YOLO, so take me out these Polos 

And we can fuck from Uno to Ocho 

Only you got me feeling like this 

Oh why, why, why 

Loving and grabbing the rhythm of the hips