Song Lyrics

Don't Tell Em~ Jeremih

[Intro: DJ Mustard]

Mustard on the beat, ho!

[Hook: Jeremih]

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 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

[Verse 1: Jeremih]

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 like to 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

[Hook: Jeremih]

[Verse 2: Jeremih]

Dely fool, fool with it

But you know I know what to do with it

I get it that girl I'm talking laps

It's if you got to pull with it

And she say she with your best friend

Then let me be your diamond

You know you feeling now 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 of your hips

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

[Hook: Jeremih]

[Verse 3: YG]

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, can't afford it

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

It's that twitter pussy I met on the internet

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 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 running game

YOLO, so take me out these Polos

And we can fuck from Uno to Ocho

[Bridge: Jeremih]

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