Lady Gaga

Lady Gaga - Let them hoes fight lyrics

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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, hold up bitch I could stomp your face in

I was looking hella good, when I stepped out in the club
She was checking out my Gucci, I don't care what you heard
Watch me lookin' on the back, 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

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, hold up bitch I could stomp your face in

He keeps giving me the look like, he wanna make me holla
It feel like I’m in the club, 'cause he throwing me the dollars
He keeps sending me these treats, 'cause you looking like his grandma
And he's looking 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 b!tches, Jealous b!tches, don’t hate me, don’t hate me

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, 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

Baby b-boy, give you a warn, don't hate me
Baby b-boy, give you a warn, jealous bitches
Baby b-boy, give you a warn, don't hate me
All of these hoes fightin' it off, all of these bitches is pissin' me off

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, 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 wreck a wreck a bitch
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Language: English

Appearing on: The Fame (revised Us Version) (2008)

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