Priority Records - Sophisticated b**h lyrics

[Verse 1] That woman in the corner, cold playin' the role Just leave her a** 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 b**h Cause she thinks she's [Hook] So-(Phisticated) So-(Phisticated) So-(Phisticated) So-(Phisticated) [Verse 2] Peekin', seekin' inside a book Her demands for a man with a chemical look Wishes, desires, gettin worse with age She don'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 cla**y but it's really a pub But that's the kind of place she likes to go The b**h got a problem Cause she thinks she's [Hook] So-(Phisticated) So-(Phisticated) So-(Phisticated) So-(Phisticated) [Verse 3] Jackets, shoes, everyday ties The girl only wants one of those guys s**ers who front like it ain't no thing Pretend to be friends, don't want that thang Talk like this,uh 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, a 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 pa** 'em in the street like it never took place I know she's a ho I'm on the go Expose the funky b**h Cause she thinks she's [Hook] So-(Phisticated) So-(Phisticated) So-(Phisticated) So-(Phisticated) [Verse 4] Now she wants a s**er but with an attache And if you ain't got it, she'll turn you away You can smile with style as you profile 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 s**er with the bag is out the cat 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 b**h is in trouble Cause she was [Hook] So-(Phisticated) So-(Phisticated) So-(Phisticated) So-(Phisticated) [Verse 5] Little is known about her past So listen to me cause I know her a** 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 Did he beat the b**h down til she almost died? ...Phisticated