Yeah, yeah, yeah, yup, yup, yup ('Tari, get over here)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah (Yeah)
Oh my God (Oh my God, God)
Never thought that we'd get this far (Get this f-f-far)
Never got this kind of sloppy toppy (Yeah)
I'll clone you, make a copy
Get two of you all on me, oh my (Oh my)
Oh my God (Oh my God)
Keep doing yo' little thing
I'm not gon' stop, nah, bitch (Nah)
There's no invitations, can you sense it?
Goin' outside, bitch, I'm just tryna blend in
It's not how you dressing, it's just the attention
With all the cameras on me, and I ain't even consented (Shoot)
I just wanna be left alone
Every time you're around, you pull up the phone (Phone, phone)
That's why I don't need to like a post (Post, post)
But nah, you wanna let them know
I just wanna be left alone
Every time you're around, you pull up the phone (Phone, phone)
That's why I don't need to like a post (Post, post)
But nah, you wanna let them know
Oh my God (Oh my God, God)
Never thought that we'd get this far (Get this f-f-far)
Never got this kind of sloppy toppy (Yeah)
I'll clone you, make a copy
Get two of you all on me, oh my (Oh my)
Oh my God (Oh my God)
Keep doing yo' little thing
I'm not gon' stop, nah, bitch (Nah)
Oh my God (Oh my God)
Keep doing yo' little thing
I'm not gon' stop
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