Let Dem Hoes Fight
Trina Lyrics
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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 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
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
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
Let them hoes fight
Let them hoes fight
Let them hoes fight
(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 fight
Let them hoes fight
Let them hoes fight
?
One more time
Trina's song Let Dem Hoes Fight is an anthem for female empowerment and standing up to jealous and envious women. The lyrics tell of a situation where Trina is being pursued by a man, and another woman is jealous of her and looking for a fight. Trina confidently asserts that she is not phased by this woman's aggression, and even goes so far as to suggest that she could "stomp [her] face in."
The chorus repeats the phrase "let them hoes fight," emphasizing the idea that Trina does not need to engage in petty drama and can rise above it. The lyrics also touch on themes of self-confidence and control, as Trina asserts that she will fix her lip gloss and strut her stuff, unbothered by the jealous women around her.
Overall, Let Dem Hoes Fight is a bold and unapologetic anthem for women facing jealousy and aggression from other women.
Line by Line Meaning
(Let them hoes die)
Stop bothering me for attention and let those disrespectful people fight it out.
(Let them hoes fight)
I don't consider you to be a challenge. So go ahead, fight with those other people.
(Let them hoes die)
Quit attacking me with guns blazing.
(Let them hoes fight)
You'd regret a physical confrontation with me, so save it for the weaklings.
I was lookin' hella good
I put in effort to look great.
When I stepped off in the club
I arrived at the club in style.
She was jockin' on my Gucci
She was envious of my expensive clothing.
'Cause her boyfriend want my cookie
She is jealous of me because her boyfriend has a crush on me.
She just keep on lookin' back
She can't stop staring at my outfit.
I keep throwin' her the bird
I keep showing her my middle finger to express my irritation.
I'm about to walk away
I am going to leave this situation behind.
I don't care what you heard
Ignore any rumors or unsubstantiated gossip.
Watch me, watch me swing my weave
Observe me swaying my hairstyle and looking fabulous.
I'm gon', I'm gon' fix my lip gloss
I am going to touch up my makeup and maintain my impeccable appearance.
Jealous bitches, jealous bitches
Address me directly and stop talking about me behind my back.
Don't hate me, don't hate me
Find a reason to appreciate my true qualities.
He keep giving me the look
He can't help stealing glances in my direction.
Like he wanna make me holla
He looks like he wants to impress me.
I feel like I'm in the club
I am enjoying my time like it's my own party.
'Cause he throwin' me them dollas
He is spending money on me like I am at a strip club.
He keeps sendin' me these drinks
He won't stop buying me beverages.
'Cause you lookin' like his grandma
He is more interested in me than the older woman who came with him.
Jealous bitches, jealous bitches
Stop eyeing me from afar, feeling jealous over nothing.
Let them hoes fight
I won't be pulled into someone else's fight, no matter how much they want me to join in.
One more time
I'm confident enough to say it again, and again.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: KALENNA HARPER, JORDAN OMLEY, JAMES SCHEFFER, MIKE MANI, WRITERS UNKNOWN
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