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]