Don't Tell 'Em (feat. YG)

Mustard on the beat, hoe

Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl, I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuckin' 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 gotta tell 'em, don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em

Know you say you down wit it
Won't tell 'em how you hit the ground wit' it
Girl, you know I'm from Chicago
I act a fool, Bobby Brown wit' it (in it)
Nobody take me out though
You got gifts, bring 'em down the South Pole
Marathon doll, gon' put in miles
Don't you worry 'bout him, I gon' 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, fuckin' 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 gotta tell em, don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em

Girl, he fufu wit' it
But you know I know what to do wit' it
I give you that, girl I'm talking laps
As if you got a pool in it
And since you ain't with your best friends
Then let me your diamond
You know you feeling how your boy press play
Just keep that ass rewindin'

Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh, why, why, why, why, hey
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, fucking 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 gotta tell 'em, don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em

3-1-0 9-3-4 8-6-1-6
I got a 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 it's winter fresh
It's some 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 you to that bed, girl, it ain't no bailin'
I keep a stack of hundreds like I keep a secret
If anything you were just explorin', you wasn't cheatin'
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

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
Fucking like no other (I keep it on the DL and creep like TL)
Don't you tell 'em what we do (Just tell me them details, just hand me)

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 gotta 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? (oh)
Just keep the rhythm like, yeah, 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-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy P. Felton, Michael Abram Schultz, Thea Austin, John Virgo Iii Garrett, Benito Benites, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane
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