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Correct Don't Tell Em Lyrics
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[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]
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