| Niggas, get your milla genuine draft, cause its milla time, we about to go hard
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| on these hoes on
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| This one right here
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| Can you control your hoe? |
| (You got a bitch that won’t do what you say)
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| You can’t control your hoe? |
| (She hardheaded, she just won’t obey)
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| Can you control your hoe? |
| (You've got to know what to do, and what to say)
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| You’ve got to put that bitch in her place, even if it’s slapping her in her face
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| Ya got to control your hoe. |
| Can you control your hoe?
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| I went to your house; |
| your girl came in and started cussing you out.
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| You should have slapped her
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| In her face, I wanted to tell you, but it wasn’t my place. |
| I kept it on the low,
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| cause I know you
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| Was gonna check that hoe. |
| But instead, you was quiet as a mouse,
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| maybe you started to think it
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| Wasn’t your house. |
| Cause she was acting like a nut, you got a kind of bitch
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| that would kick your
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| Butt. |
| What kind of pimp holds back? |
| Never met a bitch that a pimp can’t slap,
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| whats wrong with
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| The pimpin'? |
| Why you get a whippin'? |
| All I got to say is this:
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| This is what you made me do; |
| I really didn’t want to put hands on you.
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| But bitch you playin'
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| With fire, i’m so sick and tired, of loud mouth bitches like you,
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| a nigga had to go and put tips
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| On you, cause bitch you playin' with fire, i’m so sick and tired
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| This is what you forced me to do, I really didn’t want to put hands on you,
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| but bitch you
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| Playin' with fire, i’m so sick and tired. |
| Of bitches like you, a nigga had to
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| go and put tips on
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| You, bitch you playin' with fire, I’m so sick and tired
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| (No: can you control your hoe? At the end.) |