Elle Varner
Текст песни Tiny Temper

(Verse 1)
Dona€™t tell me Ia€™m your one and only cause it sounds bitter
We aina€™t gotta be together
I wona€™t even be jealous
If ita€™s you and me thata€™s how ita€™s gotta be
And Anything other somebodya€™s gonna bleed
Dona€™t worry, dona€™t worry boy I wona€™t kill you
But Ia€™ma 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 Ia€™ma woman and I notice every little thing
You probably never think Ia€™d check the hair in the sink
But I dona€™t miss a beat baby
So you cana€™t even run your A game on me

(Chorus)
a€?Cause Ia€™ma nice girl
Ia€™m sugar plum sweet
Ia€™ll give you all of my love but dona€™t test me
a€?cause I got a teeny little tiny little temper
I got a teeny little tiny little temper
Ia€™m like a buttercup
Your Girl candy
Treat you like a King
Dona€™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 aina€™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 aina€™t got poison in it
Ia€™m kidding
You should sleep with one eye open
a€?cause I cana€™t promise I wona€™t pull a Lisa Lopes
And set it all on fire
Show you just what a tiny temper looks like

(Chorus)
a€?Cause Ia€™ma nice girl
Ia€™m sugar plum sweet
Ia€™ll give you all of my love but dona€™t test me
a€?cause I got a teeny little tiny little temper
I got a teeny little tiny little temper
Ia€™m like a buttercup
Your Girl candy
Treat you like a King
Dona€™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)
Ita€™s the motherfucking anthem
Champagne glass in the air a€?cause you stacking
Independent women in this bitch whats happenin
Any kinda way he keep lying to my face
And I really dona€™t wanna but I will catch a case
What you know about this
I got my pot of grits
And you dona€™t wanna come with the dumb shit

(chorus)