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,
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