Don't Tell It

One, two
Get down

Me and my squeeze
Got a thing going on
Much more than you know
Me and my squeeze
Got a thing going on
Much more than you know
I say, I say
Me and my squeeze
Got a thing going on
Much more than you know

When I walk down at the bonkers street
My guilty con show
Me and my main thing
Taken care of Iblis
In the morning time
Me, me and my main thing
Taken care of Edness
In the morning time
Just doing the do
Feeling fine

Me and my squeeze
Got a thing going on
Much more than you know
When we walk down that street
Honky there in the street
Back of road that's it
That barely 'bout to strick

Much more than you know
When we walk down that street
That rocky street
My guilty con show
And then I say
And then I ask myself
And then I ask myself
And then I ask myself
I say
Don't tell it
Don't tell it
Don't tell it
Don't tell it
The ice man know it
Don't tell it
The red man know it
Don't tell it
My neighbors know it
Don't tell it
Hey dad know it
Don't tell it
Don't tell it
Don't tell it
Don't tell it
Babe, but don't tell it
Don't tell it
Don't tell it, ah
I got to love my baby
With all my heart



Credits
Writer(s): Yamma Brown, Deanna Brown, Deidra Jenkins
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