Elle Varner - Tiny Temper lyrics

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Elle Varner - Tiny Temper lyrics

(Verse 1) Don't tell me I'm your one and only cause it sounds bitter We ain't gotta be together I won't even be jealous If it's you and me that's how it's gotta be And Anything other somebody's gonna bleed Don't worry, don't worry boy I won't k** you But I'm a make you wish you kept it in your pants zipper I got so many different ways of making you pay I hope you never have to catch me on a bad day Like if I took a 9 iron to ya range rover I betcha think again about your little sleep overs Oh I'm a woman and I notice every little thing You probably never think I'd check the hair in the sink But I don't miss a beat baby So you can't even run your A game on me (Chorus) Cause I'm a nice girl I'm sugar plum sweet I'll give you all of my love but don't test me Cause I got a teeny little tiny little temper I got a teeny little tiny little temper I'm like a bu*tercup Your Girl candy Treat you like a King Don't test me Got a teeny little tiny little temper I got a teeny little tiny little temper (Verse 2) Got my own Sasha Fierce And her name is Gina She just like Eva with a knife And she ain't playing either And boy I know just what you did last Sunday You and your little friend was kissing in the cafe Now quit ya lying, quit ya lying boy I know you did it You better pray the cake I made you ain't got poison in it I'm kidding You should sleep with one eye open Cause I can't promise I won't pull a Lisa Lopes And set it all on fire Show you just what a tiny temper looks like (Chorus) Cause I'm a nice girl I'm sugar plum sweet I'll give you all of my love but don't test me Cause I got a teeny little tiny little temper I got a teeny little tiny little temper I'm like a bu*tercup Your Girl candy Treat you like a King Don't test me Got a teeny little tiny little temper I got a teeny little tiny little temper Teeny little teeny tiny little temper (4x) (Bridge) Kicking, bucking, screaming Throw a lil tantrum Ladies say (Yeah) It's the motherf**ing anthem Champagne gla** in the air ‘cause you stacking Independent women in this b**h whats happenin Ain't tolerating lying to my face And I really don't wanna but I will catch a case What you know about this I got my pot of grits And you don't wanna come with the dumb sh** (chorus)