Keep Your Hands Off My Girl (Dead Execs. Remix feat. Bubba Sparxx & Jung Tru)

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 Dion bags,

And you got your Chanel,

You wear L Louis Vuitton, ASG, and YSL,

Now I got what you need,

I got DCMA,

I got brass knuckles hanging,

From my neck and my chain,

I got a model 26,

But she stays in her place,

I got a curve shirt neatly,

Tucked inside in my waist.

[Chorus:]

And the record keeps playing,

The same old song,

The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,

They say "Aha, ahha",

Keep your hands off my girl,

Keep your hands off my girl,

They say "Aha, ahha",

But the record keeps playing,

The same old song,

They say "Aha, ahha",

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,

But out important 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 in my hand,

I got black wall street on a black bandana.

[Chorus:]

And the record keeps playing,

The same old song,

The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,

They say "Aha, ahha",

Keep your hands off my girl,

Keep your hands off my girl,

They say "Aha, ahha",

But the record keeps playing,

The same old song,

They say "Aha, ahha",

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,