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Deuces (Remix)

Deuces (Remix)

Chris Brown

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K-K-K-K-K-K-Mac All that bullshit's for the birds, you ain't nothing but a vulture (Oh, oh, oh) Always hoping for the worst, waiting for me to fuck up You'll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah Who knows just what I need, she knows just what I mean when I tell her keep it drama free Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Chu-chuckin' up them deuces Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa (Yeah, yeah) Told you that I'm leaving, deuces Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa (Whoa, whoa) I know you're mad, but so what? I wish you best of luck And now I'm finna throw them deuces up 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 gettin' less romantic Yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon But I'll fuck you right, I will, I 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 amazin' 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 long it takes you You feel like you miss 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 missus And the hardest part about the fuckin' business Is mindin' your own, uh, and every time I try and break it off We just yell until we tired, then I break you off It's useless, all this fightin', let's get past it now Even when I throw them deuces, you just send it back around Your wrist and fingers glisten, ice cold like Michigan Ayy, look at what we livin' in, here we go with this again I just keep on talkin', but I guess that you ain't listenin' Rather run around with them nothin'-ass bitches then Go on, got me hot, smokin' like a chimney 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, know 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 piece, I know, capisce So love must be let go, released, into the wind Again, again, and 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 niggas, but I love your mom Give her a kiss for me, her second son Get your mind right, baby, or get your shit together You gonna 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 (Ha ha) 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 you talk 'bout "you know who" I don't know who you talkin' 'bout According to my old bish, I be on some new ish She was on some oldish, now I got a new bish Think I give two-ish? You ain't gonna do ish Meet my two fingers, intro-deuces If you knew better, you'd do better Wanna get the middle finger, but I got two better So you gonna 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 Come on, that's old news, yesterday's paper (Nice) Oh, 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'll shut it out Act like there's gum in your hair, girl, cut it out! Got a pocket full of hundreds, she the only one that's missin' Got a bucket full of ice, and a watch to go with it (Ugh!) Got a racin' Lamborghini, have my homies scared to drive Haters better put their head down, they know that boy be fly All the charter planes, now I'm talkin' ballers slang R.O.Z.A.Y. on that wall in that Hall of Fame (Ugh!) I let my denim sag, red Louis belt How can you love me, baby? First, you gotta love yourself The farewell email from a female But I'm a player, ain't gonna tell you all the details What it entails is hard to say, like sellin' 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 shopping 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 is all she came for But enough to know tonight excited she came four Times to my cousin house to see if I was there Get your minds out the gutter, man We out here tryna have a good time And here I am, all heavy with the words where Somebody that's a nerd, likely fast forward But, shit, they asked for it It's hard to throw up them deuces 'Cause when you know it's juicy You start to sound like Confucius when makin' up excuses Chase Cabooses until the track gone I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin' sad songs I'm on some new shit I'm chucking my deuces up to her (Deuces) I'm moving on to something better, better, better No more tryna make it work (Deuces) You made me wanna say bye bye Say bye bye, say bye bye to her (Deuces) You made me wanna say bye bye Say bye bye, say bye bye to her

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