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Will Smith

Genres: Pop

You Got It (donut) Lyrics - Will Smith

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) 

 

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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" 

At 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) 

 

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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) 

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