In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
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 up in the club
She was jockin' on my Gucci 'coz her boyfriend want my cookies
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 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
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 keep givin' me the look like he wanna make me holla'
I feel like I'm in the club 'coz he throwin' me them dollars
He keep sendin' me these drinks 'coz you lookin' like his grandma
I got enough big baby here without all this stress and 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 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,
these 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 boy, Imma give you a warn
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
Let them hoes fight!
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
One more time...
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 up in the club
She was jockin' on my Gucci 'coz her boyfriend want my cookies
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 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
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 keep givin' me the look like he wanna make me holla'
I feel like I'm in the club 'coz he throwin' me them dollars
He keep sendin' me these drinks 'coz you lookin' like his grandma
I got enough big baby here without all this stress and 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 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,
these 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 boy, Imma give you a warn
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
Let them hoes fight!
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
One more time...
Lyrics submitted by AlecsPen
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Haha best lyric ever: "Watch me watch me swing my weave/I'm gon I'm gon fix my lip gloss"