Friday Night b*tch Fight

[Intro]
You can go to hell, girl
You better watch yourself [x2]

[Verse 1]
Rolled up last Friday night
The party looked alright
Just as I stepped on in
I saw you look at him
Oh hell no, excuse me, what?
Must be jokin' around
Best leave your pumps at home
I'm ready to throw down

[Chorus]
You can go to hell, girl
You better watch yourself
I'm feelin' feisty, alright
Friday night b*tch fight

[Verse 2]
I saw you by the pool
Rubbin' up on his leg
Tell him he's lookin' fine
Even though you know he's mine
So then I walk over
You act like nothin's up
"Oh hey, are you with him?"
You know that, you dirty sl*t!

[Chorus]
You can go to hell, girl
You better watch yourself
I'm feelin' feisty, alright
Friday night b*tch fight

[Verse 3]
Maybe we can just talk about it
We really shouldn't resort to violence
I'm not the jealous type
But get your dirty hands off his thigh
So then I pushed you in
Skirt flapping in the wind
Hope you know how to swim
Ha ha ha, I always win
But as I'm gigglin'
I turn around and see your friends
Three tall p*ssed off vixens
I laugh and say to them

[Outro]
"You can go to hell, girl
You better watch yourself" [x4]
I'm feelin' feisty, alright
Friday night b*tch fight [x4]