Lyrics Page
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 channel
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG and YSL
Now I got Bathing Ape
I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging
From my neck and my chain
I got a model 26
But the stays in her place
I got a Kershaw Neatly
Tucked inside in my waist
And the record keeps playing
The same old song
The hipsters mean 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’s sweating my friends
And my hurricane shoes
She likes the record I spin
My Adam Barton tattoos
But she can’t say “what’s up”
So what does she do
She just stays post 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 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 flight about
Me, me I don’t wanna flight about it
I just wanna be about it
I’m just trying to stay up out it
Keep out the wagon
You know the boy starts to hate
The girl that came with him
That’s like “that’s not the boy she dates”
They get the 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 keep blaring
I got brass Knuckles hanging
From my neck and my chain
I got brass Knuckles hanging
From my neck and my chain
And the records keep playing
The same old song
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long
They say “aha, ahha…”
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl
And the records keep playing
The same old song
The hipsters mean mugging on me all night long
They say “aha, ahha…”
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl
You carry Dior bags
And you got your channel
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG and YSL
Now I got Bathing Ape
I got DCMA
I got brass Knuckles hanging
From my neck and my chain
I got brass Knuckles hanging
From my neck and my chain
