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DON'T TELL Video (MV)




Performed By: BIA
Featuring: Juicy J
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Aviator Keyz, Bianca Landrau, Jordan Houston, Lil Rich, Pilgrim




BIA - DON'T TELL Lyrics
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[ Featuring Juicy J ]

Juicy J in this bitch (uh)
BIA, what's up, mane?
Ayy, ayy
Don't tell, pop that pop that p- for some money, honey
(Ayy, I'm really Rich)
If you scared, go to church, ho

Okay, I slow dance
Pop that pussy, P-Valley, she pole dance
That's bro'nem, he just asked me, can I sneak his pole in (grrah)
I'm like that, got some crazy stories, that's on foe'nem
They asked me if I know who broke the law (broke the law), I don't know them
The SRT, that booster start my car (skrrt, start my car)
Got Bama out here teachin' me Patois (wa gwan?)
I see why niggas wanna f*ck me raw (f*ck me raw)
He said my pussy smell like Baccarat
I haven't been off the charts (yeah, ho)
Since I popped up on the charts (facts)
He not stingy with his money, that shit really warms my heart (cash)
It's some bitches I should charge but I did it for the art (facts)
Bitches wanna look just like me, I can't tell our ass apart, damn (yeah, ho)

Don't tell, pop that pop that p- for some money, honey
Yeah, if you scared, go to church, pussy
Don't tell, pop that pop that p- for some money, honey (yeah, mane, ayy)
If you scared go to (ayy, let's go)

I need a bigger bank to fit this cash inside my pants
When I'm walk inside the bank, they think I'm takin' out the trash
Pardon my stench, I smell like gas
I'm in that 'Rari, blowin' on Za
I like my weed and my women all exotic like my cars
Oh my, oh my, oh my God
She wanna suck me like a straw
Told her she can have this Birkin but she cannot have my heart
That's where I draw the line
I know better than to call her mine
Broke nigga better never call my line
I'm gettin' to the money all the time
My zodiac is a dollar sign
Say that bitch go to church (mm-hmm)
Heard your baby mama was a squirter (mm-hmm)
Allergic to the motherf*ckin' steerin' wheel, bitch
I don't drive shit, I got a chauffeur (mm-hmm)
My bitch got a stick with her at my show
Backstage lookin' like a liquor store
That's why I love me a ratchet ho
She'll slide on a nigga like a stripper pole (stripper pole)

Don't tell, pop that pop that p- for some money, honey (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, if you scared, go to church, pussy
Don't tell, pop that pop that p- for some money, honey (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, if you scared, go to church, pussy
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Juicy J in this bitch (uh)
BIA, what's up, mane?
Ayy, ayy
Don't tell, pop that pop that p- for some money, honey
(Ayy, I'm really Rich)
If you scared, go to church, ho

Okay, I slow dance
Pop that pussy, P-Valley, she pole dance
That's bro'nem, he just asked me, can I sneak his pole in (grrah)
I'm like that, got some crazy stories, that's on foe'nem
They asked me if I know who broke the law (broke the law), I don't know them
The SRT, that booster start my car (skrrt, start my car)
Got Bama out here teachin' me Patois (wa gwan?)
I see why niggas wanna f*ck me raw (f*ck me raw)
He said my pussy smell like Baccarat
I haven't been off the charts (yeah, ho)
Since I popped up on the charts (facts)
He not stingy with his money, that shit really warms my heart (cash)
It's some bitches I should charge but I did it for the art (facts)
Bitches wanna look just like me, I can't tell our ass apart, damn (yeah, ho)

Don't tell, pop that pop that p- for some money, honey
Yeah, if you scared, go to church, pussy
Don't tell, pop that pop that p- for some money, honey (yeah, mane, ayy)
If you scared go to (ayy, let's go)

I need a bigger bank to fit this cash inside my pants
When I'm walk inside the bank, they think I'm takin' out the trash
Pardon my stench, I smell like gas
I'm in that 'Rari, blowin' on Za
I like my weed and my women all exotic like my cars
Oh my, oh my, oh my God
She wanna suck me like a straw
Told her she can have this Birkin but she cannot have my heart
That's where I draw the line
I know better than to call her mine
Broke nigga better never call my line
I'm gettin' to the money all the time
My zodiac is a dollar sign
Say that bitch go to church (mm-hmm)
Heard your baby mama was a squirter (mm-hmm)
Allergic to the motherf*ckin' steerin' wheel, bitch
I don't drive shit, I got a chauffeur (mm-hmm)
My bitch got a stick with her at my show
Backstage lookin' like a liquor store
That's why I love me a ratchet ho
She'll slide on a nigga like a stripper pole (stripper pole)

Don't tell, pop that pop that p- for some money, honey (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, if you scared, go to church, pussy
Don't tell, pop that pop that p- for some money, honey (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, if you scared, go to church, pussy
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Writer: Aviator Keyz, Bianca Landrau, Jordan Houston, Lil Rich, Pilgrim
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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