[Verse 1: 50 Cent] Shawty my type tonight, you know I’m kind of picky She saying ''I love New York'', I’m saying ''welcome to my city'' Corporate type, I'm finna strip her to her Vicky's She about her business, why you think she fucking with me? I could smoke to the rhythm, see I'm really not a dancer G-Unit plus Jeremih equal summertime anthem It’s hot now, time to put the top down I’m here, girl, I’m coming around your block now
[Hook: Jeremih] 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 don't even, don’t tell ‘em You don't even, you don't even gotta tell 'em Don’t you tell ‘em, don’t you tell ‘em You don't even Don’t you tell ‘em, don’t you tell ‘em You you don't even Don’t you tell ‘em, don’t you tell ‘em
[Verse 2: 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 though You got gifts, bring 'em down the South Pole Marathon doll, I'm puttin' miles Don’t you worry 'bout it, might gon' work it out Only is 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
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[Verse 3: 50 Cent] Don’t tell ‘em I be around this bitch Got you doing all kinds of freaky shit, making flicks (Don’t tell ‘em) Don’t tell ‘em I be in your front door Then I’m in your backdoor on all fours Don’t tell ‘em cause a nigga would be heartbroken Chest out, stressed out, nigga start smoking I ain’t trippin’, I am chillin’, I ain’t illin’ I ain’t thinkin’ about no nigga in his feelings
[Verse 4: Young Buck] They gon’ try to break us up, don’t let ‘em Half of these hoes never rode in a Phantom We be doing the thing, girl, hope you don’t change, girl Maybe one day I might get you and my main girl Tequilla shots, got her taking off her top Make that ass pop, I’mma drink this bottle to the last drop I got bands, baby, dance like a mascot You can hit me up, I done moved from the last spot
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[Verse 6: Tony Yayo] Don’t tell your baby father shit He worried about getting lit Them other women can’t outclass you Celine bag with the tassels Pretty face and she got some ass too High heels, pills and potions Wrists [?] get the dutchess, we smoking I’m a [?] for my Southside chicks But please don’t run your lips about no side nigga dick
[Verse 7: Kidd Kidd] Money too long, it don’t matter, but it measures You ain’t in my good look, we just look better Gotta keep it on the low though, don’t tell ‘em He ain’t cuffing you like a convicted felon Said she wanna groove back like Stella No one could do it better, K. I double letter She beautiful, she bella, homie, don’t sweat her, let her She was like that when you met her RG, Goodfellas, let’s go
[Verse 8: Lloyd Banks] (Don't tell 'em) You don’t really care right? Say it like you mean it Later on you're sneaking, behavior going indecent No holding back, ain’t got no reason Middle of the summer and I’m out here freezing Please and all of the above Girl, don’t tell that nigga nothing, play it cool He accusing you, just say it wasn’t another fool New clues, I leave your nose, dimes need every one of those Hundred rolls, holding your heart, I play my part
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