Tamara Bubble - Get Back Lyrics

Look I be on my get that
But you could get back
Cuz I ain't sharing my secrets
They hollering get that
But they could get back
I let em stare from the bleachers
They be like get that
But you could get back
Cuz I ain't sharing my secrets
They hollering get that
But they could get back
Look, I let em stare from the bleachers, nah
Cuz you wouldn't know what to do with it, ooh
You wouldn't know what to do with it, move
Get back
No you wouldn't know what to do
You don't know how to move in it
Get back, Get back
Cuz you wouldn't know what to do with it, ooh
You wouldn't know what to do with it, move
Get back
Cuz I ain't sharing my secrets, ha
I let you stare from the bleachers
Be yelling get back
Shoot your shot but I be curving all them throws
I been balling
Chopping Toby with the toes
If he step too close
I be yelling get back
Make a scene I do the most
Since he say he ain't a feign
But overdosing on the flows
Tell him get back then
Like what are those
I'm mad you even thinking we was close
And your little friends too
Pulling up all random
Cuz you lurking on my posts
Am I supposed to be impressed you made a bet
That you could get that
But you could get back
Cuz I ain't sharing my secrets
They hollering get that
But they could get back
I let em stare from the bleachers
They be like get that
But you could get back
Cuz I ain't sharing my secrets
They hollering get that
But they could get back
Look, I let em stare from the bleachers, nah
Cuz you wouldn't know what to do with it, ooh
You wouldn't know what to do with it, move
Get back
No you wouldn't know what to do
You don't know how to move in it
Get back, get back
Cuz you wouldn't know what to do with it, ooh
You wouldn't know what to do with it, move
Get back
Cuz I ain't sharing my secrets, ha
I let you stare from the bleachers
Look all I do is look good and eat good and win win
I sit pretty, but spit gritty and gain fans
All business, full pleasure, you tuned in
But soon you gon have to pay me
More than attention
Like c'mon shoutouts are cute
But I need more than a mention
Yea I'm fire in the booth
So they brought water and lemons
Cuz you a sour mouth
You stressed out
And I'm the best out and in route to be great
Gimme my personal space
Like can I breathe, sheesh
Yo, let me do me
Got me like ...
Security
Look I be on my get that
But you could get back
Cuz I ain't sharing my secrets
They hollering get that
But they could get back
I let em stare from the bleachers
They be like get that
But you could get back
Cuz I ain't sharing my secrets
They hollering get that
But they could get back
Look, I let em stare from the bleachers, nah
Cuz you wouldn't know what to do with it, ooh
You wouldn't know what to do with it, move
Get back
No you wouldn't know what to do
You don't know how to move in it
Get back, Get back
Cuz you wouldn't know what to do with it, ooh
You wouldn't know what to do with it, move
Get back
Cuz I ain't sharing my secrets, ha
I let you stare from the bleachers
Be yelling get back