text: You can go to hell, girl
  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 jokin around
  Best leave your pumps at home
  Im ready to throw down
  You can go to hell, girl
  You better watch yourself
  Im feelin feisty, alright
  Friday night bitch fight
  I saw you by the pool
  Rubbin up on his leg
  Tell him hes lookin fine
  Even though you know hes mine
  So then I walk over
  You act like nothins up
  Oh hey, are you with him?
  You know that, you dirty slut!
  You can go to hell, girl
  You better watch yourself
  Im feelin feisty, alright
  Friday night bitch fight
  Maybe we can just talk about it
  We really shouldnt resort to violence
  Im 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 Im gigglin
  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 
  Im feelin feisty, alright
  Friday night bitch fight