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10 years ago
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]Shawty my type tonight, you know I’m kind of pickyShe saying ''I love New York'', I’m saying ''welcome to my city''Corporate type, I'm finna strip her to her Vicky'sShe about her business, why you think she fucking with me?I could smoke to the rhythm, see I'm really not a dancerG-Unit plus Jeremih equal summertime anthemIt’s hot now, time to put the top downI’m here, girl, I’m coming around your block now[Hook: Jeremih]Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companionGirl, I guess that must be youBody like the summer, fucking like no otherDon't you tell 'em what we doDon't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you don't even, don't tell 'emDon't tell 'em, you don't even, you don't even gotta tell 'emDon't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'emYou don't even, don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'emYou don't even, you don't even even gotta tell 'emDon't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em[Verse 2: Jeremih]Know you say you down with itWon’t tell 'em how you hit the ground with itGirl, you know I’m from Chicago, I act a fool, Bobby Brown with itIn it, nobody take me out thoughYou got gifts, bring 'em down the South PoleMarathon doll, I'm puttin' milesDon’t you worry 'bout it, might gon' work it outOnly is you got me feeling like this oh why, why, why, whyLoving while grabbing the rhythm of your hipsThat’s right, right, right, right, right[Hook: Jeremih][Verse 3: 50 Cent]Don’t tell ‘em I be around this bitchGot you doing all kinds of freaky shit, making flicks(Don’t tell ‘em)Don’t tell ‘em I be in your front doorThen I’m in your backdoor on all foursDon’t tell ‘em cause a nigga would be heartbrokenChest out, stressed out, nigga start smokingI ain’t trippin’, I am chillin’, I ain’t illin’I ain’t thinkin’ about no nigga in his feelings[Verse 4: Young Buck]They gon’ try to break us up, don’t let ‘emHalf of these hoes never rode in a PhantomWe be doing the thing, girl, hope you don’t change, girlMaybe one day I might get you and my main girlTequilla shots, got her taking off her topMake that ass pop, I’mma drink this bottle to the last dropI got bands, baby, dance like a mascotYou can hit me up, I done moved from the last spot[Hook: Jeremih][Verse 6: Tony Yayo]Don’t tell your baby father shitHe worried about getting litThem other women can’t outclass youCeline bag with the tasselsPretty face and she got some ass tooHigh heels, pills and potionsWrists [?] get the dutches, we smokingI’m a starver for my Southside chicksBut please don’t run your lips about no side nigga dick[Verse 7: Kidd Kidd]Money too long, it don’t matter, but it measuresYou ain’t in my good look, we just look betterGotta keep it on the low though, don’t tell ‘emHe ain’t cuffing you like a convicted felonSaid she wanna groove back like StellaNo one could do it better, K. I double letterShe beautiful, she bella, homie, don’t sweat her, let herShe was like that when you met herRG, Goodfellas, let’s go[Verse 8: Lloyd BANKS](Don't tell 'em)You don’t really care right? Say it like you mean itLater on you're sneaking, behavior going indecentNo holding back, ain’t got no reasonMiddle of the summer and I’m out here freezingPlease and all of the aboveGirl, don’t tell that nigga nothing, play it coolHe accusing you, just say it wasn’t another foolNew clues, I leave your nose, dimes need every one of thoseHundred rolls, holding your heart, I play my part