You can go to hell, girl You better watch yourself (x2)
Wait 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, alrightFriday night bitch fight
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
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 flappin' 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 pissed off vixens I laugh and say to them
[Chorus] You can go to hell, girl You better watch yourself (x4) I'm feelin' feisty, alright Friday night bitch fight (x4)
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Wait 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, alrightFriday night bitch fight
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
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 flappin' 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 pissed off vixens I laugh and say to them
[Chorus] You can go to hell, girl You better watch yourself (x4) I'm feelin' feisty, alright Friday night bitch fight (x4)
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