Ft. Migos
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[Intro: YG]
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Mustard on the beat, ho
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(Hook)
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Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
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Girl I guess that must be you
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Body like the summer, fuckin' like no otha
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Don't ya tell em what we do
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Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, ye ain't even
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Don't tell 'em, ye ain't even gotta tell 'em
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Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, ye n' me
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Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, ye n' me
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Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em!
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(Verse: Jeremih)
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Know ya say ya down wid it
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Won't tell 'em how ya hit the ground wid it
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Girl ya know I'm from Chicago
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I act a fool, Bobby Brown wid it (in it)
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Nobody take me out though
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Ya got gifts bring em down the South Pole
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Marathon doll gon putting miles
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Don't ya worry about it might gon work it out
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Only is ya got me feeling like this oh why, why, why, why!
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Luvin while grabbing the rhythm of yo hips
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That's right, right, right, right, right!
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(Hook)
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Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
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Girl I guess that must be you
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Body like the summer, fuckin' like no otha
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Don't ya tell em what we do
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Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, ye ain't even
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Don't tell 'em, ye ain't even gotta tell 'em
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Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, ye n' me
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Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, ye n' me
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Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em!
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(Verse 2: Migos)
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Don't tell em that I beat it up like fightnight
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But she did tell me that you're small like a Mike & Ike
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Kill my information, baby, ye ain't gotta tell me
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Errybody know that she selfish
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Pull up in Ferrariz, my bitch rocking Versace
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Already know we fucking, ye ain't got ta hide it
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Nobody can find us, we cooling on islands
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Ye ain't got ta tell em that I got ya waterfallin'
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When I pulled up on her, ya know she get in (skeet skeet)
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She ain't know that I'm handsome and wealthy
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House on a hill, got a mansion, come live (mansion)
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Just don't tell nobody how ya got in
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(Verse 3: Takeoff)
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Beat it up, don't eat it up
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Bentley moves and I speed it up
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Want ya to travel around the globe wit me, no Expedia
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Rockin' a mink chinchilla, fine fur, put in my interior
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Smokin' hooka wit Erykah, takin a trip to Delaware
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Nelson Mandela, I shop any weather
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My girl wanna be a Giuseppe stepper
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Peter Piper, he done piped the pepper
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I'm Michael Phelps, won a gold medal
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Hit it wit the left then hit it wit the right
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Knockout, just call me Mayweather
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So many Benjamins on me, they mistake me fo' a bank tella
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Hooka
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(Hook)
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Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
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Girl I guess that must be you
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Body like the summer, fuckin' like no otha
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Don't ya tell em what we do
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Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, ye ain't even
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Don't tell 'em, ye ain't even gotta tell 'em
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Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, ye n' me
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Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, ye n' me
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Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em!
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(Verse 3: Offset)
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I'm debbin' in Maison Margielas, don't tell em they might get jealous
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Her forehead on my pelvis, I don't cuff em, I don't settle
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Ya a champion, ya deserve a gold medal
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I ain't got time on my schedule, gotta go get the cheddar
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Ya ain't got time to be worried about 'em
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Kissing all over ya rubbing yo hips (muah)
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I got the Tiffany diamonds all over yo ear (burf)
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Smacking yo booty while I hit it from the rear (smack)
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Smacking a secret, yo pussy be dripping in liquid (leak)
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I did it so I can not leave it, fuck 'er and then I delete it (smack)
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Victoria, she keeping that secret (shhh)
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Don't tell em that (no)
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My diamonds, they cold, anemic, and I can't front (no)
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I'm finished, ya know I need a... go!
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(Hook)
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Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
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Girl I guess that must be you
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Body like the summer, fuckin' like no otha
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Don't ya tell em what we do
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Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, ye ain't even
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Don't tell 'em, ye ain't even gotta tell 'em
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Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, ye n' me
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Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, ye n' me
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Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em!
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Don't Tell 'Em (Remix) ft. Migos
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Jeremih |