Big Band Get Yo Hands

I clocked you across that crowded floor,

Laughing with my man, you fucking whore,

Let your hand brush his shoulder, that stupid grin

Let me get over there and smash that shit in

Bitch, get yo hands off of my man

Get yo hands off of my man

Get your fucking hands off

Get yo hands off of my man

He's mine, he's taken, can't you see?

With your cheap TJ Maxx designer tee

Gone knock out a few of those crooked teeth

Yo skinny-fat ass gone let out a queef.

Bitch, get yo hands off of my man

Get yo hands off of my man

Get your fucking hands off

Get yo hands off of my man

I'm bout to snatch you bald headed,

You fucking skanky creep

Spray tanned up, too drunk to stand up,

Take your trashy ass home and sleep.

Bitch, get yo hands off of my man

Get yo hands off of my man

Get your fucking hands off

Get yo hands off of my man