Don't Tell 'Em lyrics

[Intro: YG]

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: 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 2: 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]

[Verse 3: YG]

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 winter 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 tellin

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

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

[Bridge: Jeremih]

Only you got me feeling like this

Oh why, why, why

Loving and grabbing the rhythm of the hips

[Hook: Jeremih]