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 alright. Friday 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)