Don't Tell 'Em (Beastmix)

[Intro]

(BodyBag

(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, fuck you 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 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 even gotta tell 'em

Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]

Ok, now who's that smellin' like some Indo

That pussy good, she can call me when her funds low

I make it pop one time like I'm Mentos

I still ride Forgiatos on the Benz doe

I say now come here girl cause you somthing I admire

Face like a model and a body like my life

You go girl, you go girl

You got a plenty Foreign ass, guess it's your world

I think the liquor kickin' in like it's Bruce Lee

They acting shallow cause I'm in this bitch too deep

I make it rain in the club, not a roof leak

I'm too connected in my city like I'm Wee-Fee

Sorry y'all I meant Wi-Fi, I bet the money make them bitches show their ta-tas

I treated a dig like a chopper hover rattata

I got your main lady sliding like the Cha Cha

Yeah, to the left, to the left

See Your man calling, but you heavy out of breath

Stormed out of the house, left your panties on the shelf

If he asks you any questions, on the real

[Bridge: Jeremih]

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 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 even gotta tell 'em

Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em

[Verse 2: 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 act a fool, Bobby Brown with 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

[Hook: Jeremih]

[Verse 3: Jeremih]

Girl, he fufu with it

But you know I know what to do with it

I'll give you that, girl, I'm talking laps

As if you got a pool in it

And she say she ain't with your best friends

Then let me be your down man

You know you feeling how your boy press play

Just keep that ass rewindin'

Only with you got it feel like this

Ooh why, why, why, why, why

Loving while grabbing the rhythm your hips

That’s right, right, right, right, right

[Hook: Jeremih]