Dont tell em by T.I. Lyrics
(Intro)
Hustle Gang, nigga, hood richin’
Hustle Gang ova errthang
(Verse: T.I.)
Got a man, he gon’ do it befo you do it
Ya amateur, just a man and ya wanna get to it
It’s jibberless and I just wanna get to it, man
I tried, told her bring a friend or I ain’t wanna do it
Hop a thot, spread out, aye there partner, show me where the head at
And a home girl a squirter, switch the bed ap
And I made her dammit, dat the one ya care bout?!
Huh, anyway, meet the grand off with gummy pants
I got ya bitch all on me, I don’t even wanna ask
Prolly ask her where the cow, where she goin’?
I tell ’em fuck her, he ain’t hard and he knows it
Aye, man I swear this a heart when she blow it
She a whore, she be goin’, out the door when she throw it
Like the cars she be goin’ off, and like she wanna see
How far she can go down
And it ain’t far till she yellin’ out ‘oh Lord, will ya take it out?’
They the ones that wanna see me take it out
Bunch of bad bitches all around my whereabouts
Then who ya man is I don’t care about
If she got an ass on her, I’mma wear it out
This one thang she will neva do
Anything but what I tell her to
Aye, and here’s one thing that I tell her
Please, when you and him speak, don’t speak on me
(Hook)
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
(I know ya want it, I can see ya want it too)
Body like the summer, fuckin’ like no otha
(Aye, aye, I will)
Don’t ya tell em what we do (haha, haha, don’t tell that)
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em!
(Verse 2: Jeremih)
Know ya say ya down wid it
Won’t tell ’em how you hit the ground wid it
Girl ya know I’m from Chicago
I act a fool, Bobby Brown wid it (in it)
Nobody take me out though
Ya got gifts bring em down the South Pole
Marathon doll gon putting miles
Don’t you worry about it might gon work it out
Only is you got me feeling like this oh why, why, why, why!
Luvin while grabbing the rhythm of yo hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right!
(Hook)
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
(Girl, know ya checkin’ fo me, ya see I’m checkin’ fo you)
Body like the summer, fuckin’ like no otha
(Aye, aye, are we on?)
Don’t ya tell em what we do (haha, haha, ya bet)
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em!
(Verse 3: Jeremih)
Deli fool, fool wid it
But ya know I know what to do wid it
I get it that girl I’m talkin laps
Ya said you got to pull wid it
And she say she with yo best friends
Then let me beat it down and
Ya know ya feeling it now, so press play
Just keep that ass windin’
Only wit you got it feel like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why!
Lovin’ and grabbin’ the rhythm of yo hips!
(Hook)
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
(Girl, know ya checkin’ fo me, ya see I’m checkin’ fo you)
Body like the summer, fuckin’ like no otha
(Aye, aye, are we on?)
Don’t ya tell em what we do (haha, haha, ya bet)
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em!
Hustle Gang, nigga, hood richin’
Hustle Gang ova errthang
(Verse: T.I.)
Got a man, he gon’ do it befo you do it
Ya amateur, just a man and ya wanna get to it
It’s jibberless and I just wanna get to it, man
I tried, told her bring a friend or I ain’t wanna do it
Hop a thot, spread out, aye there partner, show me where the head at
And a home girl a squirter, switch the bed ap
And I made her dammit, dat the one ya care bout?!
Huh, anyway, meet the grand off with gummy pants
I got ya bitch all on me, I don’t even wanna ask
Prolly ask her where the cow, where she goin’?
I tell ’em fuck her, he ain’t hard and he knows it
Aye, man I swear this a heart when she blow it
She a whore, she be goin’, out the door when she throw it
Like the cars she be goin’ off, and like she wanna see
How far she can go down
And it ain’t far till she yellin’ out ‘oh Lord, will ya take it out?’
They the ones that wanna see me take it out
Bunch of bad bitches all around my whereabouts
Then who ya man is I don’t care about
If she got an ass on her, I’mma wear it out
This one thang she will neva do
Anything but what I tell her to
Aye, and here’s one thing that I tell her
Please, when you and him speak, don’t speak on me
(Hook)
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
(I know ya want it, I can see ya want it too)
Body like the summer, fuckin’ like no otha
(Aye, aye, I will)
Don’t ya tell em what we do (haha, haha, don’t tell that)
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em!
(Verse 2: Jeremih)
Know ya say ya down wid it
Won’t tell ’em how you hit the ground wid it
Girl ya know I’m from Chicago
I act a fool, Bobby Brown wid it (in it)
Nobody take me out though
Ya got gifts bring em down the South Pole
Marathon doll gon putting miles
Don’t you worry about it might gon work it out
Only is you got me feeling like this oh why, why, why, why!
Luvin while grabbing the rhythm of yo hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right!
(Hook)
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
(Girl, know ya checkin’ fo me, ya see I’m checkin’ fo you)
Body like the summer, fuckin’ like no otha
(Aye, aye, are we on?)
Don’t ya tell em what we do (haha, haha, ya bet)
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em!
(Verse 3: Jeremih)
Deli fool, fool wid it
But ya know I know what to do wid it
I get it that girl I’m talkin laps
Ya said you got to pull wid it
And she say she with yo best friends
Then let me beat it down and
Ya know ya feeling it now, so press play
Just keep that ass windin’
Only wit you got it feel like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why!
Lovin’ and grabbin’ the rhythm of yo hips!
(Hook)
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
(Girl, know ya checkin’ fo me, ya see I’m checkin’ fo you)
Body like the summer, fuckin’ like no otha
(Aye, aye, are we on?)
Don’t ya tell em what we do (haha, haha, ya bet)
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, ye ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, ye n’ me
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em!