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Deuces (remix) (feat. Drake, T.I., Kanye West, Fabolous & Andre 3000)

Chris Brown

What you mean I ain't call you? I hit you when I landed
I'm waitin' in my hotel room
Seems like we're arguin' more and it's getting less romantic
Yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon
But I'll fuck you right, I will, I'll fuck you right, I will
I'll fuck you like no one has ever ever made you feel
I mean, this part of our relationship's amazing still
I might just put up with the arguin' and stay for real
You lookin' bad, girl, for goodness sakes
You with all those curves, and me without no brakes
Ooh, I'm willin' to work it out however longer how it takes
You feel like you missed out on those happy days
Well, girl that makes two of us
Our timing is wrong
Your friends always tyin' up every line on your phone
Yeah, but tell them bitches that you'll always be my Mrs
And the hardest part about the fuckin' business is minding your own
And every time I try and break it off
We just yell until we're tired, then I break you off
It's useless, all this fighting, let's get past it now
Even when I throw them deuces, you just send 'er back around

Your wrist and fingers glisten, ice cold like Michigan
Ay, look at what we livin' in, here we go with this again
I ju' keep on talking but I guess that you ain't listenin'
Rather run around with them nothin'-ass bitches, then
Go on, got me hot, smokin' like the chim-I-ney
We used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemies
Deep inside, it's killin' me, but soon it's gon' be killin' you
To see her in that two-seater, no, that's gon' hurt your feelings, boo
Ah-ha, didn't you think you would be over me
By now, so you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her peace, I know, capisce, so love must be let go, released
Into the wind, begin again, them deuces I must throw ya, peace

You know what, yo? You a bitch
You should have a travel agent, 'cause you a trip
You should make your own toilet tissue, since you the shit
But all you got is some fuckin' issues, you fuckin' bitch
I hate [?], but I love your mom
Give her a kiss from me, her second son
Get your mind right, baby, or get your shit together
You gon' be hot a little while, I'ma be rich forever
Girl seducers, they come in deuces
But when I cut 'em off, they always become a nuisance
Niggas take my old flows, and they take my old swag
He just took my old bitch, and turned it to his new bitch
I'm stupid, but I won't get my drama on
What I'm dealin' with is too real for me to comment on
Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth
So when y'all talk 'bout You Know Who, I don't know who you talkin' 'bout

According to my old bitch, I be on some new shit
She was on some old shit, now I got a new bitch
Think I give two shits? You ain't gon' do shit
Meet my two fingers, intro, deuces
If you knew better, you'd do better
Wanna give the middle finger, but I got two better

So you gon' diss me even though you know it's wrong?
Know you gon' (miss me a little when I'm gone)

Drizzy voice
Now I'm ghost, baby, four-door Rizzy-Royce
Tryna work it out might be a bad business choice
I'm 'bout my business, boys, plus I make paper
C'mon, that's old news, yes, the day's paper
Ho, you talkin'? What about?
If it ain't how I kept you studded out, you might as well shut your mouth
You'll never score another me, I shut it out
Act like there's gum in your hair, girl, cut it out

The farewell email, from a female
But I'm a player, ain't gon' tell ya all the details
What it entails is hard to say like selling seashells
By the seashore, but she's not a bore
But neither a whore, who needs to know more?
The kind you can't ignore but want to open the door
For, or, run in your favorite store
And leave with all them shoppin' bags and half of it ain't yours
I did things for her, ain't rich, ain't poor
I wanted to do more, but hell, I just ain't know her
Well enough to know if this was all that she came for
But enough to know tonight, excited, she came four
Times, to my cousin house to see if I was there
Getcha minds, out the gutter, man, we out here tryna have a good
Time, and here I am all heavy with the word swear
Somebody that's a nerd likely fast-forward, but, shit, they asked for it
It's hard to throw up the deuces, 'cause when you know it's juicy
You start to sound like Confucius when makin' up excuses
Chase cabooses till the track gone
I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin' sad songs

I'm on some new shit
I'm chuckin' my deuces up to her (Deuces)
I'm movin' on to somethin' better, better, better
No more tryna make it work (Deuces)

You make me wanna say, bye-bye
Say, bye-bye
Say, bye-bye, to her (Deuces)

You make me wanna say, bye-bye
Say, bye-bye
Say, bye-bye, to her (Deuces)

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