Artist：public enemy

Songs Title：sophisticated b**ch

Woman in the corner cold playin' her role

Leave her a** in the corner 'til her feet gets cold

Knowin' for a fact that girl is wack

If you hold your hand out she'll turn her back

Better walk don't talk she's all pretend

Can't be her friend unless you spend

Wall to wall after all get ready to throw

Only money at the b**ch 'cause she thinks she's

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Peekin' and seekin' inside a book

Her demand's for a man with a chemical look

Wishes and desires getting worse with age

She don't want a man all she want is a page

Ain't got a man so she goes to a club

She thinks it's classy but it's really a pub

But that's the kind of place that she likes to go

The b**ch got a problem 'cause she thinks she's

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Jackets shoes everyday ties

The girl only wants one of those guys

Suckers who front it like it ain't no thing

Pretend to be a friend don't want that thang

Talk like this I don't talk slang

Do anything to get that thang

Tryin' to be chic and playin' it off

Peekin' through the window saw her take her clothes off

Nasty girl stone-cold freak

Layin' in the bed a whole God-damned week

Comin' and leavin' guys servin' up storms

From execs with checks boys from the dorms

Never kept a name never seen a face

She could pass 'em in the street like it never took place

I know she's a ho so ahma go

Expose the funky b**ch 'cause she thinks she's

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She wants a sucker boy with an attache

If you ain't got it she'll turn you away

You can smile with style as you profile

But you got a gold tooth and she thinks you're wild

She don't want a brother that's true and black

If you're light you're alright better you stay back

'Cause the brother with the bag she's out to catch

With somethin' in his bag keeping her attached

The man got a plan it's IBM

The devil at her level yes it is him

His Audi she drive his gold and clothes

The Ill Based Method turnin' up her nose

A-lack-a-lack-a-lack cold beamin' her up

And she still got the nerve to turn her f**kin' nose up

Her status looks at us from down below

Now the b**ch was in trouble 'cause she was

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Little is known about her past

So listen to me 'cause I know her a**

Used to steal money out her boyfriends' clothes

Never got caught so the story goes

She kept doing that to all her men

Found the wrong man when she did it again

And still to this day people wonder why

Did he beat the b**ch down till she almost died

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