| That woman in the corner cold playin' the role
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| Just leave her ass in the corner till her feet get cold
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| Knowin' for a fact that girl is whacked
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| If you hold your hand out she’ll turn her back
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| Better walk don’t talk she’s all pretend
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| Can’t be her friend unless you spend
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| Wall to wall after all
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| Get ready to throw only money at the bitch
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| Cause she thinks she’s so’phisticated
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| Peekin', seekin' inside a book
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| Her demands for a man with a chemical look
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| Wishes, desires, gettin worse with age
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| She doesn’t want a man, all she wants is a page
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| Ain’t got a man so she goes to a club
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| She think it’s classy but it’s really a pub
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| But that’s the kind of place she likes to go
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| The bitch got a problem
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| Cause she thinks she’s so’phisticated
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| Jackets, shoes, everyday ties
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| The girl only wants one of those guys
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| Suckers who front like it ain’t no thing
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| Pretend to be friends, don’t want that thang
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| Talk like this, don’t talk slang
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| Do anything to get that thang
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| Tries to be chic and play it off
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| Peekin' through the window, I saw her take her clothes off
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| Nasty girl, stone cold freak
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| Stayin' in bed a whole goddamn week
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| Comin' and leavin' guys servin' up storms
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| From execs with checks, boys from the dorms
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| Never kept a name, never seen a face
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| She could pass 'em in the street like it never took place
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| I know she’s a ho I’m on the go
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| Expose the funky bitch
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| Cause she thinks she’s so’phisticated
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| Now she wants a sucker but with an attache
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| And if you ain’t got it, she’ll turn you away
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| You can smile with stile but you lost your trial
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| Cause you got a gold tooth, she thinks you’re wild
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| She don’t want a brother that’s true and black
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| If you’re light, you’re alright, better stay back
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| Cause the sucker with the bag is out the catch
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| With something in his bag keepin' her attached
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| The man’s got a plan, it’s IBM
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| The devil at her level, yes it’s him
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| His Audi she rides, his gold and clothes
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| The ill base method, turning up her nose
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| Lack a lack a lack, now beaming her up
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| She still got the nerve to turn her funky nose up
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| Her status looks at us from down below
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| Now the bitch is in trouble
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| Cause she was so’phisticated
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| Little is known about her past
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| So listen to me cause I know her ass
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| Used to steal money out her boyfriends clothes
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| And never got caught, so the story goes
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| She kept doin' that to all her men
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| Found the wrong man when she did it again
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| And still to this day people wonder why
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| He didn’t beat the bitch down till she almost died
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| So’phisticated |