Enemy Public Sophisticated Bitch Lyrics

Sophisticated Bitch Lyrics

That woman in the corner  cold playin' the role  

 Just leave her ass in the corner till her feet get cold  

 Knowin' for a fact  that girl is whacked  

 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  

  

 Peekin', seekin' inside a book  

 Her demands for a man with a chemical look  

 Wishes, desires, gettin worse with age  

 She doesn't want a man, all she wants is a page  

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

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

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

 The bitch got a problem  

  

 Cause she thinks she's so-  

 phisticated  

  

 Jackets, shoes, everyday ties  

 The girl only wants one of those guys  

 Suckers who front like it ain't no thing  

 Pretend to be friends, don't want that thang  

 Talk like this, don't talk slang  

 Do anything to get that thang  

 Tries to be chic and play it off  

 Peekin' through the window, I saw her take her clothes off  

 Nasty girl, stone cold freak  

 Stayin' in bed a whole goddamn 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 I'm on the go  

 Expose the funky bitch  

  

 Cause she thinks she's so-  

 phisticated  

  

 Now she wants a sucker but with an attache  

 And if you ain't got it, she'll turn you away  

 You can smile with stile but you lost your trial  

 Cause you got a gold tooth, she thinks you're wild  

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

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

 Cause the sucker with the bag is out the catch  

 With something in his bag keepin' her attached  

 The man's got a plan, it's IBM  

 The devil at her level, yes it's him  

 His Audi she rides, his gold and clothes  

 The ill base method, turning up her nose  

 Lack a lack a lack, now beaming her up  

 She still got the nerve to turn her funky nose up  

 Her status looks at us from down below  

 Now the bitch is in trouble  

  

 Cause she was 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  

 And never got caught, so the story goes  

 She kept doin' that to all her men  

 Found the wrong man when she did it again  

 And still to this day people wonder why  

 He didn't beat the bitch down till she almost died  

  

 So-  

 phisticated