Friday Night Bitch Fight
You can go to hell, girlYou better watch yourself [x2]
Wait up last Friday nightThe party looked alrightJust as I stepped on inI saw you look at himOh hell no, excuse me, what?Must be jokin' aroundBest leave your pumps at homeI'm ready to throw down
[Chorus]You can go to hell, girlYou better watch yourselfI'm feelin' feisty, alrightFriday night bitch fight
I saw you by the poolRubbin' up on his legTell him he's lookin' fineEven though you know he's mineSo then I walk overYou act like nothin's up"Oh hey, are you with him?"You know that, you dirty slut
[Chorus]You can go to hell, girlYou better watch yourselfI'm feelin' feisty, alrightFriday night bitch fight
Maybe we can just talk about itWe really shouldn't resort to violenceI'm not the jealous typeBut get your dirty hands off his thighSo then I pushed you inSkirt flappin' in the windHope you know how to swimHa ha ha, I always winBut as I'm gigglin'I turn around and see your friendsThree tall pissed off vixensI laugh and say to them
[Chorus]"You can go to hell, girlYou better watch yourself" [x4]I'm feelin' feisty, alrightFriday night bitch fight [x4]