Chris Brown - Deuces (Remix) Lyrics

[** feat. T.I., Drake, Kanye West, Fabolous & Andre 3000:]


[Drake:]
What you mean I ain't call you*
I hit you when I landed
I'm waitin' in my hotel room
Seems like we 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'll fuck you right I will
I'll fuck you like no one
Has ever ever made you feel
I mean it's part of our
Relationships amazin' still
I might just put up with the arguin'
And stay for real
You lookin' bad
Girl for goodness sake
You with all those curves
And me without no breaks
Ouu I'm willin' to work it out
However long it takes you
You feel like you miss those happy
Days well girl that makes to of us
Our timing is wrong
Your friends always tying up
Every line of your phone
Yeah but tell them bitches that
You'll always be my missus
And the hardest part about
The fucking business is
Minding your own
Uhh, and everytime
I try and break it off
We just yell until we 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 it back around

[T.I.:]
Your wrist and fingers glisten
Ice cold like michigan
Aye look at what we living in
Here we go with this again
I just keep on talkin'
But I guess that you anit listenin'
Rather Run around
With them nothin' ass bitches then
Gon on, Got me hot
Smoking like a chimney
We used to be best friends
Now it seems we finna be enemies
Deep inside it's killing me
But soon it's gon be killing you
To see her in that two seater
Now that's gon hurt your feeling's 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 but again again
Them deuces I must throw ya peace

[Kayne West:]
You know what yo
You a Bitch
You should have a travel agent
Cause you a trip
You should make your own
Toliet tissue since you the shit
But all you got is some
Fucking issues you fucking 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 gon be hot a little while
I'm a be rich foreva
Girl seducers
The 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 take my old bitch
And turn it to his new bitch
Haha I'm stupid
But I won't get my drama on
What I'm dealing with is too real
For me to comment on
Jay finally got it through my head
Not to run my mouth
So when ya'll talk 'bout
"You know who"
I don't know who you talkin' bout

[Fabolous:]
According to my old bitch
I be on some new shit
She be on some old shit
Now I got a new Bitch
Think I give two shits
You ani't gon do shit
Meet my two fingers
Intro, deuces(deuces)
If you knew better you'd do better
Wanna get the middle finger
But I got two better

[Chris Brown:]
So you gon diss me
Even though you know it's wrong
Know you gon miss me
A little when I'm gone

[Fabolous:]
Drizzy voice
Now I'm ghost baby
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