Friday Night Bitch Fight

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)