Jeremih, JD Styles - Don’t Tell ’Em lyrics
Jeremih [Jeremy Phillip Felton] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Jeremih, JD Styles - Don’t Tell ’Em lyrics]
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 you tell 'em don't you tell 'em
You ain't even don't you tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em you ain't even
You ain't even gotta tell 'em
Don't tell 'em don't tell 'em
She a dime that they mixed
In with the flirting kind
All kinds of company yet
Hoping she preferring mine
Time to kill baby maybe you
And I could murder time
Every time she moves
It remind me of my dirty mind
Shhhh can you keep a secret boo
Can't hold it down then they ain't
No way I'm keeping you
Swagged out hot boy always known
To keep it cool
'hind closed doors I'ma show you
What the freak could do
Between me and you my swagger
On a different level
Game getting gold if the women
Up for giving medals
See they gon' try to bring you
Down but never think to settle
Tell them haters keep moving and
Get to kicking pebbles
Only it's you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That's right, right, right, right, right
Boy bout to kill it
Hope you make it to the funeral
Bartender fill the glass i raise
It to the beautiful swagg off the charts
Breaking necks when I'm moving through
(Pause) The way you're
Staring suggesting that this is new to you
Ha! So listen rookie I'ma veteran
Shorty with that sick body know
I got that medicine
Haters getting angry cause I'm
Everything they never been
I'm all about moves no late
Talking like ya Letterman
Her body banging and there ain't
No way to fight that sending lust letters
And I'm betting she gon' write back
Ya lying to ya girls if ya
Saying you'll be right back
Headed to the crib
We gon' end it with a night cap
Only it's you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That's right, right, right, right, right
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 you tell 'em don't you tell 'em
You ain't even don't you tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em you ain't even
You ain't even gotta tell 'em
Don't tell 'em don't tell 'em
She a dime that they mixed
In with the flirting kind
All kinds of company yet
Hoping she preferring mine
Time to kill baby maybe you
And I could murder time
Every time she moves
It remind me of my dirty mind
Shhhh can you keep a secret boo
Can't hold it down then they ain't
No way I'm keeping you
Swagged out hot boy always known
To keep it cool
'hind closed doors I'ma show you
What the freak could do
Between me and you my swagger
On a different level
Game getting gold if the women
Up for giving medals
See they gon' try to bring you
Down but never think to settle
Tell them haters keep moving and
Get to kicking pebbles
Only it's you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That's right, right, right, right, right
Boy bout to kill it
Hope you make it to the funeral
Bartender fill the glass i raise
It to the beautiful swagg off the charts
Breaking necks when I'm moving through
(Pause) The way you're
Staring suggesting that this is new to you
Ha! So listen rookie I'ma veteran
Shorty with that sick body know
I got that medicine
Haters getting angry cause I'm
Everything they never been
I'm all about moves no late
Talking like ya Letterman
Her body banging and there ain't
No way to fight that sending lust letters
And I'm betting she gon' write back
Ya lying to ya girls if ya
Saying you'll be right back
Headed to the crib
We gon' end it with a night cap
Only it's you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That's right, right, right, right, right