Trina — Let Dem Hoes Fight Original Version

[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) Fuck off bitch, I could fuck 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 bitches, jealous bitches 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) Fuck off bitch, I could fuck 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) Fuck off bitch, I could fuck 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 bitches, jealous bitches 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) Fuck off bitch, I could fuck 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 [?] 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 bitches is pissin' 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) Fuck off bitch, I could fuck 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) Fuck off bitch, I could fuck your face in [Outro: Trina] I bet you won't smack a bitch I bet you won't wreck a bitch I bet you won't smack a bitch I bet you won't wreck a bitch