Keep Your Hands Off My Girl

Let the record play

Let the record play

Let the record play

The way that you dance, the way that you move

The way that you stare at me across the room

You carry Dior bags, and you got your Chanel

You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL

Now I got Bathing Ape, I got DCMA

I got brass knuckles hanging from my neck in my chain

I got a model 26, but she stays in her place

I got a Kershaw neatly tucked inside of my waist

And the record keeps playing the same old song

The hipsters mean-muggin' on me all night long

They say, "Ah-ha, ah-ha"

Keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl

They say, "Ah-ha, ah-ha"

But the record keeps playing the same old song

They say, "Ah-ha, ah-ha"

Keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl

Now she sweating my friends, and my hurricane shoes

She likes the records I spin, my Adam Barton tattoos

But she can't say what's up, so what does she do?

She just stays posted up the other side of the room

I got AMC tattooed on my hand

I got Black Wall Street on a black bandana

And the record keeps playing the same old song

The hipsters mean-muggin' on me all night long

They say, "Ah-ha, ah-ha"

Keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl

They say, "Ah-ha, ah-ha"

But the record keeps playing the same old song

They say, "Ah-ha, ah-ha"

Keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl

She, she, she don't wanna talk about it

He, he, he wants to fight about

Me, me, I don't wanna fight about it

I just wanna be about it, I'm just trying to stay about it

Step out the wagon, you know the boy starts to hate

The girl that came with him less like that's not the boy she dates

They get to fighting and swearing, and now the boyfriend is staring

The disco ball on the ceiling looks like the chain that I'm wearing

But the music keeps blaring

I got brass knuckles hanging from my neck in my chain

I got brass knuckles hanging from my neck and my chain

And the record keeps playing the same old song

The hipsters mean-muggin' on me all night long

They say, "Ah-ha, ah-ha"

Keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl

And the record keeps playing the same old song

The hipsters mean-muggin' on me all night long

They say, "Ah-ha, ah-ha"

Keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl

You carry Dior bags, and you got your Chanel

You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL

Now I got Bathing Ape, I got DCMA

I got brass knuckles hanging from my neck in my chain

I got brass knuckles hanging from my neck in my chain