Niggas, get your milla genuine draft, cause it's milla time, we about to go hard on these hoes on This one right here.
[Chorus] [soopafly] Can you control your hoe? (You got a bitch that wont do what you say) You canít control your hoe? (She hardheaded, she just wonít obey) Can you control your hoe? (Youíve got to know what to do, and what to say) Youíve got to put that bitch in her place, even if itís slapping her in her face. Ya got to control your hoe. Can you control your hoe?
I went to your house; your girl came in and started cussing you out. You should have slapped her In her face, I wanted to tell you, but it wasnít my place. I kept it on the low, cause I know you Was gonna check that hoe. But instead, you was quiet as a mouse, maybe you started to think it Wasnít your house. Cause she was acting like a nut, you got a kind of bitch that would kick your Butt. What kind of pimp holds back? Never met a bitch that a pimp canít slap, what's wrong with The pimpiní? Why you get a whippiní? All I got to say is this:
[Verse: 2] This is what you made me do; I really didnít want to put hands on you. But bitch you playiní With fire, i'm so sick and tired, of loud mouth bitches like you, a nigga had to go and put tips On you, cause bitch you playiní with fire, i'm so sick and tired.
This is what you forced me to do, I really didnít want to put hands on you, but bitch you Playiní with fire, i'm so sick and tired. Of bitches like you, a nigga had to go and put tips on You, bitch you playiní with fire, Iím so sick and tired.
[Chorus] (No: can you control your hoe? At the end.)