T.I.

T.I. - Don't Tell 'Em (Remix) lyrics

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(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!

Thanks to constantinv for correcting these lyrics

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