Let Them Hoes Fight (feat. Trina) – Lady Gaga (Letras)

Gaga
(Let them hoes die)
Stop stressin on me for the attention
(Let them hoes fight)
You re excused, you re no competition
(Let them hoes die)
Stop comin at me, guns are a blazin
(Let them hoes fight)
Hold up bitch, I could stomp your face in

Trina
I was lookin hella good
When I stepped off in the club
She was jockin on my Gucci
I don t care what you heard
Watch me lookin hella good
I keep throwin her the bird
I m about to walk away
I don t care what you heard

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

Gaga
(Let them hoes die)
Stop stressin on me for the attention
(Let them hoes fight)
You re excused, you re no competition
(Let them hoes die)
Stop comin at me, guns are a blazin
(Let them hoes fight)
Hold up bitch, I could stomp your face in
(Let them hoes die)
Stop stressin on me for the attention
(Let them hoes fight)
You re excused, you re no competition
(Let them hoes die)
Stop comin at me, guns are a blazin
(Let them hoes fight)
Hold up bitch, I could stomp your face in

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 dollas
He keeps sendin me these drinks
Cause you lookin like his grandma
You lookin like his grandma

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

(Let them hoes die)
Stop stressin on me for the attention
(Let them hoes fight)
You re excused, you re no competition
(Let them hoes die)
Stop comin at me, guns are a blazin
(Let them hoes fight)
Hold up bitch, I could stomp your face in

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

Gaga
Baby b-boy, baby b-boy (don t hate me)
Baby b-boy, baby b-boy (jealous bitches)
Baby b-boy, baby b-boy (don t hate me)
All of these hoes fightin it off
All of these bitches is pissin me off

(Let them hoes die)
Stop stressin on me for the attention
(Let them hoes fight)
You re excused you re no competition
(Let them hoes die)
Stop comin at me guns are a blazin
(Let them hoes fight)
hold up bitch I could stomp your face in

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

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