Let Dem Hoes Fight (Original Version) lyrics
by Trina
[Chorus: Lady Gaga]
(Let them hoes fight)
Stop stressin' on me for the attention
(Let them hoes fight)
You're excused, you're no competition
(Let them hoes fight)
Stop comin' at me, guns are a-blazin'
(Let them hoes fight)
f*ck off b*tch, I could f*ck your face in
[Verse 1: Trina]
I was lookin' hella good
When I stepped off in the club
She was jockin' on my Gucci
'Cause her boyfriend want my cookie
She just keep on lookin' back
I keep throwin' her the bird
I'm about to walk away
I don't care what you heard
[Pre-Chorus: Trina]
Watch me, watch me swing my weave
I'm gon', I'm gon' fix my lip gloss
I'm gon' stunt on them hoes
With my hands up on my hip bones singin'
Jealous b*tches, jealous b*tches
Don't hate me, don't hate me
[Chorus: Lady Gaga]
(Let them hoes fight)
Stop stressin' on me for the attention
(Let them hoes fight)
You're excused, you're no competition
(Let them hoes fight)
Stop comin' at me, guns are a-blazin'
(Let them hoes fight)
f*ck off b*tch, I could f*ck your face in
(Let them hoes fight)
Stop stressin' on me for the attention
(Let them hoes fight)
You're excused, you're no competition
(Let them hoes fight)
Stop comin' at me, guns are a-blazin'
(Let them hoes fight)
f*ck off b*tch, I could f*ck your face in
[Verse 2: Trina]
He keep giving me the look
Like he wanna make me holla
I feel like I'm in the club
'Cause he throwin' me them dollars
He keeps sendin' me these drinks
'Cause you lookin' like his grandma
Oh God, oh God you're pathetic hookin' up
Address this drama
[Pre-Chorus: Trina]
Watch me, watch me swing my weave
I'm gon', I'm gon' fix my lip gloss
I'm gon' stunt on them hoes
With my hands up on my hip bones singin'
Jealous b*tches, jealous b*tches
Don't hate me, don't hate me
[Chorus: Lady Gaga]
(Let them hoes fight)
Stop stressin' on me for the attention
(Let them hoes fight)
You're excused, you're no competition
(Let them hoes fight)
Stop comin' at me, guns are a-blazin'
(Let them hoes fight)
f*ck off b*tch, I could f*ck your face in
[Bridge: Trina & Lady Gaga]
Man, man look at this
Man, man look at this
These hoes fightin' in the streets
Hoes fightin' in the streets
Man, man look at this
Man, man look at this
These hoes fightin', fightin'
These hoes fightin' in the streets
Baby b-boy, give you a warn
I'm like Michelle P-P-Pfeiffer in "Scar"
Things that you wear, call on the scene
Tony Montana should call me the queen
Baby b-boy, give you a warn
I'm like [?]
All of these hoes fightin' it off
All of these b*tches is p*ssin' me off
[Chorus: Lady Gaga]
(Let them hoes fight)
Stop stressin' on me for the attention
(Let them hoes fight)
You're excused, you're no competition
(Let them hoes fight)
Stop comin' at me, guns are a-blazin'
(Let them hoes fight)
f*ck off b*tch, I could f*ck your face in
(Let them hoes fight)
Stop stressin' on me for the attention
(Let them hoes fight)
You're excused, you're no competition
(Let them hoes fight)
Stop comin' at me, guns are a-blazin'
(Let them hoes fight)
f*ck off b*tch, I could f*ck your face in
[Outro: Trina]
I bet you won't smack a b*tch
I bet you won't wreck a b*tch
I bet you won't smack a b*tch
I bet you won't wreck a b*tch