Jung Tru - Keep Your Hands Off My Girl (Dead Execs. remix) lyrics

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 bra** knuckles hangin' from my neck in my chain I got a model, 26, but she stays in her place I got a Kershaw neatly tucked inside in my waist And the record keeps playin' 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 playin' the same old song They say "Ah ha, ah ha" Keep your hands off my girl, keep your hands off my girl Now she sweatin' 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 playin' 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 playin' 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 up out it I'm just tryin' to stay up out it Step out the wagon, you know the boy starts to hate The girl that came with him, they like "that's not the boy she dates" They get to fightin' and swearin' and now the boyfriend is starin' The disco ball on the ceilin' looks like the chain that I'm wearin' But the music keeps blarin' I got bra** knuckles hanging from my neck in my chain I got bra** knuckles hanging from my neck in my chain And the record keeps playin' 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 playin' 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 bra** knuckles hangin' from my neck in my chain I got bra** knuckles hangin' from my neck in my chain