A3C - Don't Tell Em (Migos Remix) lyrics

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A3C - Don't Tell Em (Migos Remix) lyrics

[Produced by DJ Mustard] [Intro: YG] Mustard on the beat, ho [Hook: Jeremih] Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion Girl I guess that must be you Body like the summer, f** 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 [Verse 1: Jeremih] 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 tho You got gifts bring em down the south pole Marathon doll gon' puttin' miles Don't you worry bout it might gon' work it out Only is you got me feeling like this oohh why, why, why, why Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips That's right, right, right, right, right [Hook: Jeremih] [Verse 2: Quavo] Don't tell 'em that I beat it up like fight night But she did tell me that you're small like a Mike & Ike Too much information, baby, you ain't gotta tell me But everybody know that she selfish Pull up in Ferraris, my b**h rockin' Versace They already know we f**in', you ain't gotta hide it Nobody can find us, we coolin' on islands You ain't gotta tell him that I got you outta Follies When I pulled up on her, you know she get in She ain't know that I'm handsome and wealthy House on a hill, got a mansion, come live Just don't tell nobody how you got in [Verse 3: Takeoff] Beat it up, don't eat it up, Bentley Mulsanne I speed it up Want you to travel around the globe with me, no Expedia Rockin' a mink chinchilla, fox fur, put in my interior Smokin' hookah with Everclear, takin' a trip to Delaware Maison Margiela, I shop any weather My girl wanna be a Giuseppe stepper Peter Piper, he done piped the pepper I'm Michael Phelps, won a gold medal Hit it with the left then hit it with the right Knockout just call me Mayweather So many Benjamins on me Might mistake me for a bank teller [Hook: Jeremih] [Verse 4: Offset] I'm dabbin' in Maison Margielas, don't tell 'em they might get jealous Her forehead on my pelvis, I don't cuff 'em, I don't settle You a champion, you deserve a gold medal Ain't got time on my schedule, gotta go get the cheddar You ain't got time to be worried 'bout them Kissin' all over you, rubbin' your hip I got the Tiffany diamonds all up in your ear Smackin' your booty while I'm hittin' it from the rear Smackin' a secret, your p**y be drippin' in liquid I did a show I cannot leave it, f** her and then I delete it Victoria, she keepin' a secret, don't tell 'em that, no My diamonds, they cold, anemic, and I can't front, no I'm finished, you know I need a [Hook: Jeremih]

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