Hello?
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Yeah, I talked to him
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Whoa, whoa..
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Nah, you ain't got to explain nothin to me
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See, you tried to play my man and end up playin yourself
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Later for you
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Nah, matter of fact later for you
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And your golddiggin girlfriend you put me down with)
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(Thought I was a donut)
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(Tried to glaze me)
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(Thought I was a donut)
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(Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me)
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This story that I'm about to tell ya
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Is all about this girl named Delia
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Five foot seven a Gucci queen
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With gold all over that flowed like a stream
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I met her in a club on a Saturday night
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The girl's jeans were tight and I got hype
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I thought about talkin to this little miss
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But I kept seen guy after guy gettin dissed
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Every guy that cracked got flagged
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But somethin kept sayin (you) (you) (you bad)
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I walked up and asked the girl to take a ride
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I whispered in her ear, said, "My car's outside"
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At first she laughed and said, "Nah, not yet"
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Then I told her it's a 'Vette and she said "bet"
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"Under one condition: you gotta let me drive it"
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She kissed me on the lips and I said (you got it)
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(You got it)
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Oh what sweet music she and I made
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Only I was gettin dissed while she was gettin paid
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Everything that I owned, she took it
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All the way down to my foodstamp booklets
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I was contemplatin her bein my wife and
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All she was tryin to do was siphin
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Every single dime that she could extort
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She was Jane the Ripper, and she couldn't be caught
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My friends tried to tell me but I stood behind her
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(The girl ain't nothin but a 49er)
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They tried to tell me but I couldn't be told
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Because her beauty was a shovel that was diggin for gold
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Diamonds and furs, I spent all I had
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And took her shoppin every day at Sack's 5th ave
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Visa, Mastercard and even Discover
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She told me this is the way that I can show her I love her
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My friends tried talkin to me, they tried stoppin me
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(If she had a gun they'd arrest her for robbery!)
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I knew she was playin me for every dime
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But I loved when people said (Homes, your girl is fine)
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But then one day, yo, I got wise
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I found out she was messin with a couple of guys
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She told me that she loved me but I guess she forgot it
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Oh, you wanna play hardball, huh (You got it)
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(You got it)
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The final night that I caught this girlie
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I was out of town and I came home early
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I caught her in a club kissin some guy Fred
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Stormed up right behind her, grabbed her and I said
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Yo Delia What's up baby
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Come on you got to be crazy
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That's your cousin you think I'm a nut
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What kinda cousin would you let put his hand on your butt
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Na girl, you done got out of hand
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And it's about to seem like I'm the repo man
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You vacuumed all of my funds like a rug
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But you stretched the cord too far you pulled the plug
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Let's what come on it's too late to talk
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It's like monopoly and I bought you the Boardwalk
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But tomorrow you'll wake up and take a look
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And think the stockmarket crashed on your pocketbook
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But it's over now I want everything
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All the way from Louis Vuiton bags to earrings
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Especially the solid gold earring noodles
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And the diamond watch, the whole kit and kaboodle
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Don't tell me I'm trippin
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Oh, you got amnesia now you're forgettin
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Who did what for who I gave my all to you
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I can't seem to see why you did wrong to me
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I finally figured out what you're about
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But it's the bottom of the ninth two strikes and two outs
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You can go make a sucker of another fellow
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It's 12:01 let's give it up Cinderella
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I ain't goin for it, stop cryin
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Like Ms. Melody said I ain't buyin it
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Game over girl you finished clockin
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You wanted your walking papers (You got it)
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(You got it)
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(Thought I was a donut)
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(Tried to glaze me)
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You Got It (Donut)
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| Will Smith |
