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JEREMIH feat. YG - DON'T TELL 'EM (HANN REMIX)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeremih
Jeremih
Vocals
YG
YG
Vocals
Snap
Snap
Sampled Artist
Three-6-Mafia
Three-6-Mafia
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mick Schultz
Mick Schultz
Songwriter
Jeremy Felton
Jeremy Felton
Songwriter
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Benito Benitez
Benito Benitez
Songwriter
Thea Austin
Thea Austin
Songwriter
John Garrett
John Garrett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mick Schultz
Mick Schultz
Producer
Mustard
Mustard
Producer
James Royo
James Royo
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

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