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