Elle Varner - Tiny Temper lyrics

rate me

(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 kill 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 buttercup

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 buttercup

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 motherfucking anthem

Champagne glass in the air ‘cause you stacking

Independent women in this bitch whats happenin

Any kinda way he keep 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 shit

(chorus)