Don't Tell 'Em

Shawty my type tonight, you know I’m kind of picky

She saying ''I love new york'', I’m saying ''welcome to my city''

Corporate type, I'm finna strip her to her vicky's

She about her business, why you think she fucking with me?

I could smoke to the rhythm, see I'm really not a dancer

G-unit plus jeremih equal summertime anthem

It’s hot now, time to put the top down

I’m here, girl, I’m coming around your block now

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 don't even, don't tell 'em

Don't tell 'em, you don't even, you don't even gotta tell 'em

Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em

You don't even, don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em

You don't even, you don't even even gotta tell 'em

Don't you tell 'em, don't you 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 puttin' miles

Don’t you worry 'bout it, might gon' work it out

Only is you got me feeling like this oh why, why, why, why

Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips

That’s right, right, right, right, right

Don’t tell ‘em I be around this bitch

Got you doing all kinds of freaky shit, making flicks

(Don’t tell ‘em)

Don’t tell ‘em I be in your front door

Then I’m in your backdoor on all fours

Don’t tell ‘em cause a nigga would be heartbroken

Chest out, stressed out, nigga start smoking

I ain’t trippin’, I am chillin’, I ain’t illin’

I ain’t thinkin’ about no nigga in his feelings

They gon’ try to break us up, don’t let ‘em

Half of these hoes never rode in a phantom

We be doing the thing, girl, hope you don’t change, girl

Maybe one day I might get you and my main girl

Tequilla shots, got her taking off her top

Make that ass pop, I’mma drink this bottle to the last drop

I got bands, baby, dance like a mascot

You can hit me up, I done moved from the last spot

Don’t tell your baby father shit

He worried about getting lit

Them other women can’t outclass you

Celine bag with the tassels

Pretty face and she got some ass too

High heels, pills and potions

Wrists [?] get the dutches, we smoking

I’m a starver for my southside chicks

But please don’t run your lips about no side nigga dick

Money too long, it don’t matter, but it measures

You ain’t in my good look, we just look better

Gotta keep it on the low though, don’t tell ‘em

He ain’t cuffing you like a convicted felon

Said she wanna groove back like stella

No one could do it better, k. I double letter

She beautiful, she bella, homie, don’t sweat her, let her

She was like that when you met her

Rg, goodfellas, let’s go

(Don't tell 'em)

You don’t really care right? Say it like you mean it

Later on you're sneaking, behavior going indecent

No holding back, ain’t got no reason

Middle of the summer and I’m out here freezing

Please and all of the above

Girl, don’t tell that nigga nothing, play it cool

He accusing you, just say it wasn’t another fool

New clues, I leave your nose, dimes need every one of those

Hundred rolls, holding your heart, I play my part