Friday Night Bitch Fight

[Intro]

You can go to hell, girl

You better watch yourself

You can go to hell, girl

You better watch yourself

[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 bitch 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 slut!

[Chorus]

You can go to hell, girl

You better watch yourself

I'm feelin' feisty, alright

Friday night bitch fight

[Bridge]

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

[Verse 3]

So then I pushed you in

Skirt flapping in the wind

Hope you know how to swim

Hahaha, I always win

But as I'm gigglin'

I turn around and see your friends

Three tall pissed off vixens

I laugh and say to them

[Chorus]

"You can go to hell, girl

You better watch yourself"

"You can go to hell, girl

You better watch yourself"

"You can go to hell, girl

You better watch yourself"

"You can go to hell, girl

You better watch yourself"

I'm feelin' feisty, alright

Friday night bitch fight

Friday night bitch fight

Friday night bitch fight

Friday night bitch fight