Friday Night Bitch Fight

You can go to hell, girl
You better watch yourself
You better watch yourself

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 joking around
Best leave your pumps at home
I'm ready to throw down

You can go to hell, girl
You better watch yourself
I'm feeling feisty, alright
Friday night bitch fight

I saw you by the pool
Rubbing up on his leg
Tell him he's looking fine
Even though you know he's mine
So then I walk over
You act like nothing's up
"Oh hey, are you with him?"
You know that, you dirty slut

You can go to hell, girl
You better watch yourself
I'm feeling feisty, alright
Friday night bitch fight

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 giggling
I turn around and see your friends
Three tall pissed off vixens
I laugh and say to them

"You can go to hell, girl
You better watch yourself"
You better watch yourself"
You better watch yourself"
You better watch yourself"
I'm feeling feisty, alright
Friday night bitch fight
Friday night bitch fight
Friday night bitch fight
Friday night bitch fight