This here ain't no romance
It's an urban erotic tale
When Gutta hits the bricks
Mink's gon' sho'nuff catch some hell!
It started out as just another ordinary scam
Until Mizz Mink discovered
They might really be her fam!
Mink is seeing dollar signs
She thinks she's got it made
She's counting up her duckets
Hoping Viceroy's 'bout to fade
But when a chick from Philly shows up
Lookin' like her twin
The competition's on,
So may the sexiest liar win!
A grip is on the line
Yo, what's a Harlem chick to do?
Here's another misadventure
In the life of Mink LaRue!
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