Lyrics

I don't know your business Why you presume to know mine? Can I get a witness, cuz you're way out of line I don't know what you're thinking You're probably up drinking And thinking the farthest thing from your mind Now you hurt my kin Might as well slap me in the face Now you hurt my kin You better vacate your space Cuz momma bear don't play nice Momma bear wins fights You better hope to God that you never Feel her heat Cuz you may be the queen of the universe For you all the stars and planets align You may think that your gods gift to everyone If everyone said it, it would still be a lie You may be the queen of the universe For you all the stars and the planets align Somebody call the preacher, the teacher, the medicine man None of us want your blood on our hands Now you think your money Can say what you mean I don't need your money I'm not a slave to the green Hope it keeps you warm Hope it keeps you hot But I got a little feeling That it's not Got so many opinions Bout everyone you know All these here witnesses yea they all told me so You don't know what you're saying You need a good a spanking I ain't the law but I know how to lay it down
Writer(s): Brittni Nichole Stewart, Mitch Dane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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