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    Public Enemy / Lyrics

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    "Sophisticated Bitch" Lyrics

    Public Enemy

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    Woman in the corner cold playin' her role
    Leave her ass 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 bitch 'cause she thinks she's

    So
    Phisticated
    So
    Phisticated
    So
    Phisticated
    So
    Phisticated

    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 bitch got a problem 'cause she thinks she's

    So
    Phisticated
    So
    Phisticated
    So
    Phisticated
    So
    Phisticated

    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 bitch 'cause she thinks she's

    So
    Phisticated
    So
    Phisticated
    So
    Phisticated
    So
    Phisticated

    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 fuckin' nose up
    Her status looks at us from down below
    Now the bitch was in trouble 'cause she was

    So
    Phisticated
    So
    Phisticated
    So
    Phisticated
    So
    Phisticated

    Little is known about her past
    So listen to me, 'cause I know her ass
    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 bitch down till she almost died
    Sophisticated
    This song was last modified on July 2nd, 2016.
    Thanks to Suzuki Rich for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by CARLTON RIDENHOUR, WILLIAM DRAYTON, HANK SHOCKLEE.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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