(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 goodWhen I stepped off in the clubShe was jockin' on my Gucci'Cause her boyfriend want my cookieShe just keep on lookin' backI keep throwin' her the birdI'm about to walk awayI don't care what you heardWatch me, watch me swing my weaveI'm gon', I'm gon' fix my lip glossI'm gon' stunt on them hoesWith my hands up on my hip bones singin'Jealous bitches, jealous bitchesDon'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(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 lookLike he wanna make me hollaI feel like I'm in the club'Cause he throwin' me them dollasHe keeps sendin' me these drinks'Cause you lookin' like his grandma(Gaga)I got, got, got itPathetic if you're knowin' this is dramaWatch me, watch me swing my weaveI'm gon', I'm gon' fix my lip glossI'm gon' stunt on them hoesWith my hands up on my hip bones singin'Jealous bitches, jealous bitchesDon'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(Trina)Man, man look at thisMan, man look at thisThese hoes fightin' in the streetsHoes fightin' in the streetsMan, man look at thisMan, man look at thisThese hoes fightin', fightin'These hoes fightin' in the streets(Gaga)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 offAll 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(Trina)I bet you won't smack a bitchI bet you won't wreck a bitchI bet you won't smack a bitchI bet you won't wreck a bitch
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(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
'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
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
(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
(Gaga)
I got, got, got it
Pathetic if you're knowin' this is drama
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
(Trina)
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, 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 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 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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