Jeremih

Don't Tell Em Remix
(Dolla, Dolla $ign) Mustard on the beat, ho When this song come on do the ratchet No cuffin’ here puff puff pass it Ay, you know I’m from L.A Stay ready we ain’t gotta get ready no Uh, pretty face and a big butt Told her toot it then I boot it like the World Cup She make it bua, buaka, bua-bua She let me hit it like pah-pah Only is you got me feeling like this Oh why, why, why, why, why? Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips That’s right, right, right, right, right 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 Letras de cancionesYou ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em 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 though You got gifts bring ‘em down the South Pole Marathon doll, I’m putting miles Don’t you worry about it, I can work it out Only is you got me feeling like this Oh why, why, why, why, why? Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips That’s right, right, right, right, right 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 Shawty from the back, met her in the A Hit it at the ‘tel, never hit it where I stay, hah You know I act the fool, Bobby Brown with it Got her leg shaking, James Brown with it Drop it to the ground with it Heard the whole town hit it Hit it then I pass it to my man, D. Brown with it Young rich niggas, uptown Keep her close, we snipe, duck down And you already know Pull up in the big … y’all act like you know Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em You ain’t even gotta tell ‘em We ain’t kissin’, we ain’t tellin’ Money stack to the ceiling, hah (Montana!) Only is you got me feeling like this Oh why, why, why, why, why? Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips That’s right, right, right, right, right 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 Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no Right, right, right, right, right, right, right Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no Why, why, why, why would you do that, oh Just keep the rhythm like that, yeah, yeah, yeah Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh… From Letras Mania